time flies once you’re having enjoyable
to have the time of your life
how I will make it to the massive time
as a result of time has already dropped
like golden seeds of melon
spit the seeds into the daybreak of time
with no extra hope that they will take maintain within the sallow dust
than my choice on my subsequent breath
I warned you this wasn’t a contented poem,
do not make me come again there
wading by means of dry sands of time
and would not we each remorse it then?
they are saying you may see clearer
effectively, I maintain my mirror up
that fell to boulderous rubble
that scraped fingers and broke to pebbles
cascading into sands of time within the form of a mirror
but when it is all an phantasm
to attempt to cease the free fall
kick it out to area once more
“that is my time” is a poem by Amber Byers, 2025
