Time Reveals, poetry by Elizabeth Castillo at Spillwords.com
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Time Reveals

Time Reveals

written by: Elizabeth Castillo

 

The sky fractures open.
Missiles descend like burning comets,
their thunder shaking the bones of the earth.
Sirens scream into the morning air,
a chorus of warning no one can escape.
Above the rooftops,
drones hover—
cold mechanical eyes
watching a city hold its breath.
Fear spreads across faces
like shadows before a storm.
People run.
Shoes striking broken pavement,
hands gripping children,
hearts pounding louder
than the explosions in the distance.
Innocent children cry for mothers.
Women whisper desperate prayers.
The elderly walk through chaos slowly,
carrying memories heavier than the rubble.
Every corner echoes with dread.
Every sky threatens fire.
This was never the world
we promised tomorrow.
Yet time keeps moving—
quiet, relentless,
its invisible clock ticking
through smoke and shattered glass.
Time is watching.
Watching humanity unfold
between mercy and madness.
Will the rivers of blood finally rest?
Will broken hearts remember
how to become whole again?
Will peace rise someday
like sunlight breaking through a battlefield sky?
Or will the architects of war
continue their games of power?
Leaders who chose battle
over breath,
who traded compassion
for conquest.
Battles where no one truly wins—
only cities reduced to ash,
only dreams buried beneath ruins.
But they are not alone in blame.
The superpowers guarding their empires.
The hypocrites hiding behind polished speeches.
The greedy hands
that turned classrooms into killing grounds
and playgrounds into graves.
Time reveals them all.
Slowly—
patiently—
like light exposing a hidden wound.
Their masks fall.
Their silence betrays them.
Their hearts are laid bare before history.
And still the question remains:
Is this the world
our future children must inherit?
A world of sirens,
of shattered homes,
of skies that rain fire instead of hope?
Peace—
we call to you
through smoke and sorrow.
Come dwell among us.
Enter even the hearts
of stone-cold warriors.
Break the walls of pride.
Remind them that every life
is a fragile universe,
every soul a story
longing to be loved.
For war is never the answer.
It is only the slow burning of humanity,
a road of ruins and forgotten songs
where victory fades
into the silent ashes of compassion.
And in the end—
time will reveal
what we chose to become.

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