I am currently sat in my office at work just wishing the time away. I have noticed that since the “cloud has lifted” I find myself desperate to spend time doing things I actually want to do and being around the people that I really care about. Funny how when I was in the depths of gambling it was the only thing that mattered to me. Nothing and nobody could come close to my bestest friend, the online slot.
Perhaps it’s partly because I feel I have wasted so much time, precious time that I could have spent doing something productive or helping others. So now I find myself wanting to make up that time and continuously clock-watching until I can get out of here!
I’ve not tried any form of creative writing before, but reading some of the posts in the poetry section has inspired me to see if I can get some creative juices flowing. So here’s my first attempt, it’s called “Time”…
We cannot see, smell, hear or touch,
But we can feel, cherish and waste so much.
No amount of money will ever be able to buy this,
Not a diamond, not a prayer and not even a wish.
It will always be priceless and must be handled with care,
It is something to keep and yet something you must share.
Some say it has a magical power and that it can heal,
Others want more if it and will even resort to steal.
We are not all given the same amount, in fact some very small,
Which is precisely why we should try and remember it all.
It will seek to pass you by in the blink of an eye,
It will come and go without a chance for your goodbye.
But whilst everyone on here has such a mountain to climb,
We can all be grateful that we still have precious time.