Stop

A poem about the one thing we can’t control

Tommy Ueland

Jul 15, 2020·1 min read

Please stop,

Don’t rush,wait.

I need to think, plan,

Breath.

You kill me,

slowly, but surely.

Inevitably.

Pain you prolong,

Joy you rush.

You heal,

And destroys,

Every cell. Always.

You comfort, and frighten,

I long for you,

And hate you.

You are death and salvation,

Pain an grief.

You are always, and never,

Everything and nothing.

You are time.

Tid.

Zeit.

Unstoppable.