Time can take on many shapes

Dynamic,                                                           

            Distorting,                                              

                          Developing,     

Like the Etesian winds in the sky.

Time can be the hopeless dark barricade, 

The feeling of being undeniably dismayed. 

Time can be like a web 

Intricate,                                                            

           Inscrutable,                                           

                           Inexplicable.         

Time can be an entanglement of thoughts 

Twisting, 

           Turning, 

                           Into an array of knots.

Time can be an endless echo 

Like thunder dancing in a silent meadow.  

Time can be a ceaseless plight

Clinging, 

           Crawling, 

                       Clambering with no end in sight. 

Time can be encased in a cage

Like a body, trapped in a veil of rage,

Or time can take on many shapes.

Time can be a torrential cyclone       

Twirling, 

           Whirling, 

                       Raging, 

                                 Seething.           

Time can be an interminable wave

Like a cracking sound resonating in a cave. 

Time can be a forgotten drawback,

Creeping up from behind to attack.

Time can be the cause of countless scrapes.

Time is a river flowing for eternity

Swirling,

           Spiraling, 

                        Spinning. 

Surrounded by rough, rocky ground 

Scraping and unforgiving 

The dark, melancholy skies 

Bleak and somber, 

The soft tap of ominous footsteps,

And a desolate shadow looming over.

Sorrow, misery, and dejection 

Intrude all thoughts.

Shifting, 

           Slithering, 

                        time takes on many shapes.