Time will bring solace

when every minute and second weighs a ton.

when it spans like shadows in the night

hugging my bones to the core.

Time becomes a blanket

burning like a hot summer day,

humid and dense

when I wish to run away.

Time sneaks in occasionally

frightening my existence

as monsters in disguise

ready to capture my soul.

Time, friend or foe?

Fanny Fernandez

From Poker Poetry