About Time

He’ll watch skin peel from your bones 

like embers off a fired log.

A fixed stare that sees through who you were

And he’ll move on to the next and still further.

Immune to prayer or pleading

He is witnessed always, with the living

Carrying on without existence of an end

For the end is subjective 

and to him nothing is personal

He is present as you’re dying 

But not when you’re dead

Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

I take this write literally ...A splendid one...:)

[Robbie~xoxo~]

This is very thought provoking... I found it to be an expression of distaste toward someone whom you cannot stand, or feel as if that person ignores the substantial things that are important to the one you love....
It could also be a reflection of your own personal battle within yourself. (you mentioned writing in a journal in your review of my poem)

I enjoyed deciphering this piece... Kept me on my toes.

Nice write bboooyd! Will be reading more. :)

[bboooyd]

Thank you so much for reading and taking the time to write feedback.

This piece is meant to be literally about time. How he, Father Time, has no interest in your problems and will move past you when you cease to live.

I still need a lot of work as a writer/poet/user-of-words and if kind people like you continue to read and write back, it will make the "work" much more enjoyable. Thanks again!

[Robbie~xoxo~]

Wow... now that makes sense... It's as if the great OZ has pulled back the curtain. :D
Thank you for sharing your intriguing perception. I will come back to read more... promise!
Keep up the great work. :)