Time

A poem that is about time and the future.

Time can pass in the blink of an eye,
before you can ever register a sigh.
Time is what opens a flower's blooms.
Time is what heals the deepest wounds.
But I fear our time may be coming to an end,
As we wage war again and again.
Who or what falls first-
that is God's pick-
The Hourglass is going
Tick Tick.

Brandon Richey, 2003