Time’s Prison Poem

pulling on time

Time works for you.

You created the rules,

Expect the slave,

To obey the master.

Manifestations of your making,

Spawned from a desire to separate.

Time is your creation.

How else could you escape?

Asleep in eternity,

Angels wipe your tears,

As you toss in nightmares,

Reflecting your fears.

And when the dream is over,

Time will be no more.

Laughter will appear,

at the futility of it all.

Freed from time’s prison,

Eternity is revealed.

Spirits fly high and soar,

through heaven’s door.

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