time
ticks wildly
the
spinning hands
the
only measure
of
my existence
there
is no shadow
no
footprint left
there
are no words
left
as evidence on a page
there
is no quiet
no
place for my soul
there
is no silence
to
hear the beat of my heart
days
filled with chaos
from
before the day’s dawn
end
in utter exhaustion
digesting
thought pushed aside
in
the hope of chasing sleep
at
least let the body rest
the
mind will have to wait
the
soul, well, it’s coming in last
days
filled with progress and change
are
tinged with darkness
things
I cannot comprehend
‘the
evil that men do’
no
time for learning
as
cleaning up the messes of the past
take
over the present
at
a breakneck pace
each
step forward feels like
a
backwards tug of the chain
each
moment’s breath filled with another
oh,
but wait!
reaching
deep within
for
all semblance of strength
and
relying heavily on sunrises
and
the voice of a beautiful day
thankful
for saviors
that
come in the shape of a smile
a
wink, a nod, a gesture
that
look of yes, I know
days
progress so quickly
and
time is flying by
wishing
for simple moments
to
acknowledge the clock’s tick
Ah, but a slice of day succinctly expressed. Sadness in the tone. Hopefulness writ 'tween the lines?
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Your emotion is incredible.
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