Jun 24, 2015
The Edge of Time
Time is a scarred knife
That runs its edge
along any hopes of changing
the past to forge a new future
Crimson lacerations streak
along hands reached out
desperate to pull their fallen friends
through the shadows that hold them in the past
Teeth clenched they still hold their hands firm
Ready to give their blood for the sake of loyalty
but it seems dismal as entwined fingers slip apart
eyes lose sight of blue gems held dear.
that scarred knife wielded so cruelly
carving away at dreams
until they are only left as nightmares
surging fear into sleepless eyes
That’s where i lay
sleepless and reveling in the scars
that are retraced by the edge of time
bloody and left aloneto watch
the past manifest once more
-Timeless Poet