Short Warps Poems

the warps of time

time slips through our fingers
most unapologetically
ignoring our pathetic pleas

cycles of sunrise followed by nightfall
seem endless yet each day not resembling the next
at least not always, maybe never

but there comes a day for us all
when time stops, stands still
inflicting a wretched pain

it seems like the end
but it's not really
we somehow carry on

till once again time
slips through our fingers
this time almost apologetic



AP: Honorable Mention 2025