Disturbed Time Poem by Meera S. Ausborne

All the days that we are lost
We might be remembered in time
As time doesn't discriminate
Between its sweet folds, alike.
Oh what a burden we go through
As if we pass unseen, still in the
shadow of the future,
All those anxious nights and
All those moments between the lights.
Time a sweet torture, pass me by with finesse
Why linger with a slow burn?
Why pass by like a craze?
Time, happen to trap me
in your spiral maze.
We meet all the time but unbeknownst to you,
I don't smile often when I see you.