Time [poem]
It is a well-known
Though not well accepted
Fact that time
Never stops nor slows
For anyone
Regardless of
Class
Race
Religion
Gender
Orientation
We're all just running
To do what we can
Before the time bomb goes off
And we find ourselves
With hearts in comas
And minds unfunctional
We can wish for it to stop
Because we're happy in the moment
We can curl up inside ourselves
Screaming inside for
A fast forward
A do over
So we don't have to go through
The pain
...But in the end,
Time is a cruel Mistress
Expressionless face
And abusive hands
That will pass no matter the situation
Slowly, quickly
Completely unaware
Of her victim's cries
...Time is a fair game
Or a rigged gambling hall
Depending on the person
Uselessly throwing the dice...