Smoke Colored Bench

T I M E

The clock in front of you

is a ticking time bomb

it counts the seconds

before something could happen

Till you start to hurt

Till you laugh until cry

There's a million ways

that it may explode

But past the thin layer

is the gears

slowly turning

curving in graceful arches

creating a constant sound

tick

tock

tick

tock

It's the reason we hold our breath

so we can hear

how slow life goes

but how fast it goes

when we don't listen

There's a reason the gears

shift

every hour

creating a noise that masks all life

booming through the mountains

through your ears

to your brain

The grand central of your fears

of your imagination

of your thoughts

yet still it's a peaceful noise

Almost like the mournful

cries

Of the weeping willows

swaying as the sun

to weak to stay up

slowly slides down

rays no longer able to handle the weight

So listen

hear that

its the clock

counting for you

The best moments

The worst moments

all for a reason

Its up to you to find out

Why

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▼ M E A N I N G ▼

This is about time blah blah blah, and so on. Anyway for this poem the reason I'm no explaining it is, because you have to interpret the way you see/read it. Everyone intreats the poem different way, and this one I thinks about unlocking memories and remembering things and examples throughout this. I don't know if its just me or its different people also. Anyway I hope you enjoyed!

➳ Leah Skye