Published in University Spring Literary Magazine called, Enjambed.
There was a time, where everything was perfect
birds chirping, flowers growing
people smiling and the sky bluer than blue
a time of the unthinkable
there wasn't any drama nor jails to be found
everyone was who they were supposed to be
falling in love wasn't something unbelievable to happen
it was a part of the normality
it was unimaginable for someone not to be
children playing joyfully without any worries
and to those who'd stay inside would question why
a time of the impeccable, unimaginable, superb society.
However, look at time currently
the time of the flawed, defective, substandard society
it's like we throw away time as if it was worthless,
but ask for it again when it's no longer available
what are we actually doing to our community?
drama here, drama there, drama everywhere
people agitated, angry, and miserable on a daily basis
is this really what we became?
To a world that is apparently so perfect
it has a questionable way of showing it
why can't we go back to a time when it was actually complete?
It's like our mind wanting more, but our hearts saying no
a constant fight at war
that led our society to be what it is today,
but unusually time is the only one losing
the moments we could have shared,
the hours we could have been laughing,
the days we could have been exceeding
sadly, "we could" wasn't enough, so time began to vanish.
Second by second
minute by minute
hour by hour
day by day
where did the time go?
Just as humans, time also has feelings
it hates being taken advantage
it hates feeling less important
it hates knowing something is out there being treated better
so, it starts to disappear
quicker and faster as moments past
and one day it'll cease to even exist.