Time Is Cruel


Time is cruel. You take my fears, my love,
and my identity so brutally. You make me
live with mortality and this thought of dying
every day, only to be reborn. The only to be reborn
again, with your brutality. When will I have my finality?

Time is cruel. You make me forget my present feelings
and become my own, unwilling opponent.
You take away countless lives and feed them
to Death himself. My, I need a pleading breath.
What a neat bargain you sure are weeding.

Time, you are cruel. It is only proper
to have a duel, when I halt to reminisce, with aghast,
on how you flew so fast. You gave your life for mine,
you foolish, stubborn jewel.

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