Cold Surroundings

Time

Crumbling temples,

Smashing up rocks,

Killing every person

And winding up clocks.

Time will come,

And time will fly,

Time will tell 

Your day to die.

Time murders kings,

Despite all their money,

And time won't hold back,

Flowing quickly as honey.

Time is a sadist,

Going slow in bad times,

But then speeding up

When the good times arrive.

Time, please go quickly,

So I leave behind sorrow,

And when I wake up

Be already tomorrow.

I wrote this poem because I disagree with the statement "Time heals everything", 'cause I find that with time, you can forget your sorrows, but by then there's been time for something else to hurt you.