Wrote another (yes i know, another!) poem, this time on time, and how quickly it disappears. Tried a different format this time round, comment and tell me if you think its okay yes?

Time.
A simple word.
A broken phrase.
That it stands alone.
Throughout our entire life phase.

Time.
Of tears.
Of extravagant schemes.
Of heartbreaks.
And broken dreams.

Time.
Irreversible.
Like a tide,
Once gone,
Nothing to hide.

Time.
And unknown entity.
An illusion, doesnt exist.
Once its over,
Just like mist.

Time.

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