Time - Friend Or Foe? - Poem by David Pannell
Take a moment to look deep into my psyche…
I wonder would it resemble any resemblance of how many view me
To speak of light many seem to see
That granular ray of shine is my hope in time
My soul sits with his arms folded and stares out the window of my eyes
With no blinds to shade or hide no lies in time
Only in time will I be certain of something I want, I earned things that are rightfully mine
Where is it all at that I crave, want need?
Why don’t I see it, or feel it, or know where it hides?
Why only time can deliver the edges in my face with painful grace as my soul aches in wait?
It’s getting late with my appointment with fate
Time has depreciated my attention in patience
The moaning of my soul has begun to turn my heart cold
Is time my friend or foe?
Knowing takes waiting of time to ascend
Can time mop up all that I have lost waiting on it to run its course?
Like the love that has seeped out of my pores, scattered and trampled abroad
Will time deliver me back my peace, that has been shattered into pieces?
Too unrecognized, fragile, unrestful, unsounded to mend
Time is wonderfully hurting me
Destroying me…piece by piece
Excitingly erasing my moment of the presents in the present
Time is the only certain thing to continue whether it gives or it takes
Time, show me what fate lies for my wait
To burn or extinguish my destiny
Hold my soul, time
Be kind to my heart
Show my eyes a greater tomorrow
Release my mind from your madness
Taste my tears I’ve cried and dried
Quench my unknown end to my start
My mind waits in the balance of time
Watching time go by
Look for me again in due time – the final gestation
For the moment, look deep into your psyche
And let me know
Time, friend or foe?
Honestly, at this moment, I really don’t know
Feel free to conact me at
David Pannell #00A0500
Southport Correctional Facility
P.O. Box 2000
Pine City, NY 14871-2000
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