Monday, February 22, 2010 @ 11:45 PM
Time.
Hello.For those short brief moments,
Where time seem to stop,
To give you a breather.
Then it starts to move,
At a speed of light,
Where the only thing that could catch it,
Was God.
For those short brief moments,
Where time seem to stop,
To give you a breather.
You seem to be relieved.
For that one second,
That one split second.
Where life itself seem to have stopped.
It's like pause play button.
Like someone just hit the pause button,
For that one second,
To let you breathe.
Then life is on play again,
Before you know it,
There'll be no more memory,
For you to write on.
No more space,
For you to go on.
That is when you know...
That Time is Up.
And that Life for you has permanently hit the stop button.
So my message to you is,
Cherish the memories you've used,
To write your life.
Cherish the Space left,
In your Hard-Drive.
You'll never know how much more you have.
This is not part of the above poem:
No point in saying if you can't do it. You'll just be forever, walking in darkness.
Without God's Light, I am Blind.
Without God's Hope, I am Depressed.
Without God's Love, I am Nothing.
The poet,
Ezann.
22. February. 2010
