Trip Of Time

Trip of Time

Last night, 

Time borrowed some wings

To fly the streets of space

And to breath the air of the morrow

But time fly's so sluggish

At dawn,

Time traded tons of skepticisms

As she tours towards unknown verges

Just like a seasonal fugitive

Hunting for life's bread to eat

At dusk,

The trip of time becomes blurry

As all ifs keep on becoming ifs

And the length of the future soars higher 

Drawing closely the fate of eternity

As told yesteryear's;

'The key of everything is with Time'

The key may open doom doors

It may rest many on costly sepulchers

Where they'll dine with eternity.

Tomorrow,

Time may not admit life's pregnancy 

Nor will she bear a child with any creature

Time only recites the language of death.

Our hope Now is REPENTANCE.

          Wale Fidel~(HolyPoet)

           Sat 24th July 2021

Happy first poetry anniversary to me🤗🤗