Time

the seconds, as the society cries –

An incessant myriad of lies.
Intersecting routes and vectors;
A never-ending rat race to fame.

Monologues of ceaseless banter,
Like flies in the ever scorching summer.
Demands made by the dozen,
Like the rhymeless-ness of a poem in time.

Pressed from all directions –
Who are we to resist?
Siding with us not time but fear;
We’re pressurized to fail.

Throbbing, throbbing;
Our hearts and head beat as one.
As tension builds, so does fear,
Our bodies tremble with trepidation.

The bar has been set,
The moment is nigh –
We cannot escape, we will not escape;
Escape from the cycle of

Time.

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Author's Note:

I wrote this for a poetry competition I was forced to join in school.
Rather rushed submission, thus the rubbishy writing.
Mind reviewing it to confirm that it actually makes sense?
Because the more I read it, the less it does.
Hah.

Thanks. (: