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When
When
Time
Is
Forgotten
On
The
Mantle
Beside
The
Clock
Seconds
Collect
Dust
and
Minutes
Return
To
Rust
Hours
No
Longer
Devoured
By
Days
To
Form
Years
Lives
No
Longer
Measured
In
Precise
Increments
Of
Fear
Then
In
Solitude
Together
We
Impart
To
One
Another
For
Time
Means
Nothing
When
We
Are
Alone
(Revised)
Time
Is
Forgotten
On
The
Mantle
Beside
The
Clock
Seconds
Collect
Dust
and
Minutes
Return
To
Rust
Hours
No
Longer
Devoured
By
Days
To
Form
Years
Lives
No
Longer
Measured
In
Precise
Increments
Of
Fear
Then
In
Solitude
Together
We
Impart
To
One
Another
For
Time
Means
Nothing
When
We
Are
Alone
(Revised)
Published 26th Oct 2018
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26th Oct 2018 2:24am
when you have nothing to look forward to and nothing to live for then time doesn't matter
you almost want it to end
a very impactful poem both in message and your formatting of single words falling down the page
you almost want it to end
a very impactful poem both in message and your formatting of single words falling down the page
Ani
Thank you for stopping by to read my poem and especially for your thoughtful comment.
Dave
Thank you for stopping by to read my poem and especially for your thoughtful comment.
Dave
