Poetry | Writing Prompt
Time Bomb
Do we take time for ourselves in our busy lives?
Time, ticks teasingly.
Time; a slave driver
a horse cart wobbling out of control
a spiral going faster and faster on life’s roads.
Time, a pressure pot;
Too much to do, right now,
time is ticking, wait, it can’t!
Running,
always running:
here to there,
and everywhere,
feeling like you going nowhere,
no time for me, and you,
always chasing a to-do list.
A gobble lunch at my work desk,
enslaved to a ticking time bomb.
Clocks chime mockingly, giggling
at our stress, and all that must be done.
Why not take a proper break?
Why not take a break,
why not control your time,
why not enjoy some quiet time —
Why not?