You can read about the history,
But the future remains a mystery.
They say the it repeats itself,
But is that really true?
There will be life,
There will be death.
There will be a first, and final,
Breath.
But it's in between,
That matters most.
You change lives,
Coast to coast.
You bend the clock to your will,
Nothing changes,
The world stands still.
Your fate reworked,
Your life reversed?
It seems like a story,
Was it all rehearsed?
Run! Go back!
Now you don't run from time,
But the lack.
This is what happens when the hands turn back.
You once feared death,
Now its your one true wish.
All light lost,
Destroyed by your hand.
You and your fear ravaged the land.
So, you've won,
Time is thine.
No one needs make,
Their lives shine.
This is what happens,
When you turn back time.
First and last author's note.
This was written after I heard the title of my friends new story. It is called Turning Back The Hands Of Time. She just started it today and I already love it. The first chapter is published. I might include a picture of the cover in the media at the top of the chapter but I don't know for sure. I have no idea if this poem fits her story at all (probably not).
I would really appreciate it if you checked her story out.
SFabris. (Has a dog as the profile pic)
Sparrow-_-2020 out.
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