This is a random poem from an amateur writer who happens to love Phigros (the rhythm game) too much . All proper nouns here ar titles of the many time-themed songs from the game. It happens to sum up pretty well my experience with life sometimes. Hope y'all enjoy! May you find resonance in verse.
A tick too short
A tock too long
Time errs or mind skews?
Aligns, stalls, shatters
The wheel grinding through its chaos,
Clock Paradox.
Rhythm flows
Focus holds
Sound lands soft
Light stays clear
Time resides here
Later nowhere
Tentative ease, frail brevity,
Nick of Time.
Slower,
To a standstill.
No curse, no bliss,
Just a wide emptiness.
A tick without a tock
A moment frozen, a motion halted.
The calm before the storm,
Chronostasis.
Sharp,
Jagged,
Like shards of fire,
Searing all to white.
Everywhere.
Too much, too much, too much!
...
Chronos Collapse.
Tick stops.
Tock stills.
The clock unmakes itself
What remains when even rhythm freezes?
A glacier erected
In the hollow of the mind
Not a mere pause
A cessation
Of fire, of life,
Of time itself.
The crystalline barrier shrouds.
Arrivals, no entry.
What lies beneath?
Motion.
Passion.
Trapped under frost.
Departures, no escape.
The cryogenic defense claims.
Overstaying the berg's welcome
It doesn't protect.
It consumes.
Wilting body shivers
Starved of vitality.
Waning power trembles
Devoid of vibrancy.
The stillness to a living death.
Ember.
A shimmer.
Under the frozen deep, it ignites
First a flame, then an inferno
Scorching through every layer
Sets ablaze what stays eternal
A dance of fire and ice,
Chronomia.
