Writing Time
Time was spent...
Time went down...
Time has gone this day.
For the ticking of the seconds,
Always seem to fade away.
But there is the singular moment...
When Time stands still for you...
It is in the apprehension, fear, or elation felt.
Writing is the bane of Time...ALONE,
Where you must face Time - Head On!
Copyright © Daniel Cwiak | Year Posted 2010
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment