Time, Love, Whispers, and Darkness

Forgotten
in the dark
every moment of light
that whispers
hello

Guess pain
really is cruel
because I don't want to be here
alone
and unarmed

Time
is a weapon
to use as we see fit
whether we watch the clock
or forget the minutes
it is all we have

Forgotten
in the dark
as every note
plays
a different song
with the same ending

But there
standing still
whispering
memories
until
the existence
of yesterday
has drawn its last breath
tick
tock
tick
tock
the darkness holds me
alone
and unarmed

Nice poem .

NICE