Killing Time

Time wavers in and out,

a serpentine force pushing us further apart 

seconds are long and cruel as I hunt the space of time searching 

Quavers ducking in and out of sync

 I find you just as you're gone 

only to turn and find you there and blink to lose you yet again 

erroneous time you have not been a kind father to me 

running out on me the second I think you're there 

and never coming when I'm dying for you to pass me by

If love is truly held for all the bastions of time

then you are a bastard 

shoving me to live in the past and withhold my future 

winding twisted in your linear disguise,

I knew when I fell over you that you dip and double back

trip me up at every turn, then pick me up 

only to play thoughtlessly with heart beats that suffer your dastardly designs 

if only you were real then perhaps

I could rip you apart and find the fragments I'm looking for 

and deny your passing as you deny my right to closure. 

 

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Giving Time A Hard Time

Almost allegorical, a saga and an ode to time's idiosyncracies. "running out" nice - I love great time images and this is direct address - a time rant, a challenging in defiance of linearity. A metaphor for aging/moving toward ending. Nice write - enjoyed twice - slc

 



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You were its inspiration a

You were its inspiration a gift for you as i have so little of it to spend as wish ;) blessings and hugss 


Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS    

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