honetly, i think this poem is a steaming pile of leviothan crap. [LOL] but i'd like to know what you guys think...
time is a wretched thing.
time can bring about pain, sorrow,
it can be an instrument of un-ending torture,
bringing naught but suffering,
wearing you down as the river bludgeoning its base stones for all the years that you may live.
beating you down until all you can think of is the pain,
the pain of realizing that you've wasted moments you can never have back.
the pain of unrealized dreams
time brings about death.
the death of loved ones,
the people who you care for more than your own life
will die, and there will be no force on this earth that can stop it,
you can mourn them; you may bury them and hope that wherever they are, they're happy
but your sorrow will remain, and of all that you sow, in sadness you will reap
and though you may try to forget it, the pain will always bear down upon you
and it is time, which you will loathe
or perhaps time will bring joy!
maybe time will heal the same wounds that it bestowed upon you,
and you could have happiness once more!
could it be? could it be that time will bless you?
presenting you with opportunities before dismissed as impossibilities
and you will be at peace with who you have become,
because, though you have hated time,
it has brought about the happenings that made you who you are
meditate on time; consider all that can be done with it,
what an amazing thing it is
love it, and it will be your greatest ally,
waste it and time will be your executioner.