Time

The books of time sat empty
waiting for the scribes to write
our futures and present conditions
None who could see the books
Dared to enter for fear of being written
Out of the future.
Laws which God left behind to
Monitor our earthly mother
As stewardship was taken from her
Weeping as the books floated by
Time and all it's inhabitents
Could do nothing as history was
Wiped clean from the books and records
Of time.
Once again time devoured what was within.

Comments

Additional Resources

Get AI Feedback on your poem

Interested in feedback on your poem? Try our AI Feedback tool.
 

 

If You Need Support

If you ever need help or support, we trust CrisisTextline.org for people dealing with depression. Text HOME to 741741