Creative Writings Poem


Stealthily, the time is sneaking

Performing its duty

On the art of killing

Murdering beauty


Time is a beast

Damaging the most divine sculpture

Decaying the beauty

Of a spoiled figure


Time is not our friend

For devouring one’s youth

And fading our spirits

While stealing away our soul


Like a mere candle

The longer you shine, the sooner you dim

The best thinker will get wrinkles

Soon enough, their ideas are killed


We fear the inevitable

For we must abide

In the rule of time

Once it’s corrupted our age



Author: Valentina Pascalia

Editor: Desca Geovani Kristi, Vonna Meisya Saputra (QC)

Illustrator: Angelita Dayang Diva

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