Seven Minutes

seven minutes from seven minutes ago
why are they important
how the hell do I know
but somehow they were
of that I am sure

seconds steal away as seconds always do
they seem so insufficient
they hold no consequence to you
as if they are transparent
but when they're gone they become apparent

time is ruled and ruler still
guiding me and blinding me
with the moments I cant fulfill
they're the ones I really need but never get to keep

now seven minutes have come to pass
as more important than the last
tho you can never swear it and to declare it
will only make you laugh

I think I rule over time I just don't rule mine
I just mark it as it goes past
as seven minutes of time

Wow!

Your poem interested me from the first line, but what got my attention was the title... I really like this poem because I like the meaning it has. It kept my attention from the start to the end and not many poems do. So, to that I say nice job and ill watch for more of your work.

I was in a low point with my

I was in a low point with my life and couldnt focus and happened to notice the clock and then my mind wandered and i saw the clock again and it was seven minutes later.
I cannot set out to write a poem, something has to trigger it and I cant direct it
I just try to keep up with it as it comes to my mind
thanks

It's good...

To me that is the best way to write. Let your mind wonder and be happy with what comes out. A lot of my poems are just like yours and I never go back and change them because it will just mess them up you know. Your writing is awesome and I really do like it. Thanks for writing it. :)

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