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Rated: E · Poetry · Experience · #1283751

A short poem describing how impossible it is to grasp hold of time.

Running out of time

Breath caught ragged in the
confines of the throat,
Eyes watching the infallible
seconds wisp by...


And then it is lost, forever streaming
in the only endlessness we know:

Time itself.
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