Passing Time

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b4i8islept

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Joined: 2012/10/10

In the back of my mind

I feel the passing of time

It passes faster every day

It spins on like a top

It I cannot stop

It just keeps passing away

Every morning a new hurt bone

I must have slept wrong

I can barely move

Walking more crooked every day

Forgetting what I want to say

Can no longer find my groove

Every day getting closer to the end

Further away from where I did begin

Where has all the time gone

Every day it is always the same

As time washes my life down the drain

How much more time to spend alone?

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12 November 2012 - 10:41pm — b4i8islept

Thanks for reading and the comment Healing and thanks for the hug :)

12 November 2012 - 5:40am — Jesster

I like this poem sleepy. Sorry you were feel alone. Hugs...