The End Of Time

Poem By Giovanni Torchia

Oh harbinger of death and shadowed sorrow
We bow in your dominion that we may borrow
Just one more minute of precious lasting life
Even if it means to live in sacrificial strife

Your wrath is like a raging running bull
You make us dormant when our end is full
You smite down souls within their prime
The destroyer of worlds your name is time.

Comments about The End Of Time

Thoughtful and intriguing poem.it opens a question- who are we beyond time? We have a limited time span but who are we- consciousness moving in a body? Fascinating mystery Life Thank you Giovanni full marks
Great poem about Time and the fate of Earth.
True and powerful phrases. Time is the master of us all.
A captivating write finalised with an amazing picture.
FORMIDABLE! period.


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