The clock's ceaseless chime, the ticking of time,
Captured in moments, yet swiftly it climbs.
Through windows you gaze, a vacant stare,
Minutes turn hours, an hour you snare.
Regret's heavy burden, day by day,
Weeks and months consumed in dismay.
From birth to demise, life's fleeting art,
Ebbing away, time pulls us apart.
Now, it may seem an infinite span,
But time marches on, according to plan.
May 17, 2023, a day like no other,
A glimpse in eternity, lost forever.
Once blind to time's worth, I confess,
Death's shadow loomed, causing distress.
A fateful Friday, uncertainty's call,
Hours turned to hours, shadows did fall.
Naive and unaware, I lingered on,
Unanswered calls, worry withdrawn.
At eight PM, my world was shaken,
Crash and chaos, my heart was taken.
My mom's fate revealed, my brother's jests ceased,
Life's unpredictability starkly increased.
In the hospital, my mother did stay,
With gratitude, I cherish each day.
Others' tales, they often confide,
Unexpected twists, fate won't abide.
Control eludes us, life's path unseen,
Embrace the present, like never before, keen.
Appreciate existence, its fleeting gleam,
Don't waste precious moments on regret's extreme.
For time, it won't wait, nor will it rewind,
Live fully, for your time is a treasure enshrined.
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Poems
RandomJust a dump of poems I wrote from the depths of my heart you may be able to relate to. Varies from dark sad poems to a few happy ones.
