Time's up.
The last of the golden grainsfalls to the ground.
Time's up
they say to me.
I try to gather
the golden grains.
I need more
time I tell them.
But they all
turn away from me.
I stand in front
of a huge clock.
It makes no tics
or tacs anymore.
Stopped at 5
am in the morning.
I cry for
more time please.
But they just
laugh and turn away.
I see a door
in the wodden clock.
I run towards
it and open it.
A wide space
meets me.
As dark
as the darkest night.
I run inside without
knowing where I'm going.
I found the
place where one can turn it.
Turn the arms
so they show a different time.
And turn the clock
back on again.
I try my best
to push the arms.
But they just
wont budge at all.
And so I sit
down right here.
Looking up at
the time in front of me.
I cant change
you I think to myself.
I cant change
the past.
The time I
had is gone.
Time's up!
Copyright © Nyorioko.
Poetry by Nyorioko
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Written on 2007-09-02 at 14:43
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