Time

Time lingers with you for a brief moment,
Like a piece of bittersweet chocolate in your mouth.
You try to savor the flavor,
The moment,
The present,
But it inevitably vanishes.

Time disappears like a card in a magic trick.
You know it goes somewhere, but as
The audience,
The target,
The victim,
You're never quite sure where it ends up.

Time horrifies you like a silent creeping darkness
That surrounds you, suffocates you.
You try to pull at it in desperation,
But your pathetic, clawing fingers grasp at nothing.

Time ages you like the wind.
It envelops your body then pushes through
Leaving nothing but old memories.
You hopelessly run from it,
Hide from it,
Panting with each step,
Darting your strained eyes left and right,
But it is always faster, quicker, stealthier.

When time has consumed your entirety,
when time has reached the finish line,
when time has contracted a sorrowful aura of anguish and dread and gloom
That washes over you,
You shouldn't fight it.

The only thing you can do is let it devour you.