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Right down to the minute, right down to the second
Time passes so slowly
Each grain of sand
Creeps down the hourglass
Feeling the depth of each breath
The air is heavy
It drowns
Trembling finger tips and toes
The sensation crawling
Into your nerves
Every blink
Shutters in slow motion
Lights glare through
The light illuminates your fingertips
Orange skin
Outlined with translucent edges
Every heartbeat pounds
Thudding in your ears
The world is violently vivid
With love and heartbreak
You feel everything
Every minute, every second
The moments before the end
Flicker and flash
The minutes are flaking away
Everything superficial drains
Raw emotions are all that remain
Which keep you holding onto the seconds
Your last breath
The minutes are gone
Your down to the seconds
Each grain of sand
Creeps down the hourglass
Feeling the depth of each breath
The air is heavy
It drowns
Trembling finger tips and toes
The sensation crawling
Into your nerves
Every blink
Shutters in slow motion
Lights glare through
The light illuminates your fingertips
Orange skin
Outlined with translucent edges
Every heartbeat pounds
Thudding in your ears
The world is violently vivid
With love and heartbreak
You feel everything
Every minute, every second
The moments before the end
Flicker and flash
The minutes are flaking away
Everything superficial drains
Raw emotions are all that remain
Which keep you holding onto the seconds
Your last breath
The minutes are gone
Your down to the seconds
Published 18th Jan 2020
Author's Note
I was inspired by the song down to the second by Zack Berkman. I tried to describe how slow time can feel sometimes. When you become aware of your breathing. In love and heartbreak time slows. In love you feel elated and euphoric. You want to bathe in your feelings forever, always. But on the other side of the coin is heartbreak. Where it feels like a claw is clenching your heart and even breathing is agonizing. It’s so slow. The stinging of tears crawl down your cheeks and the depth of sadness has no bottom. Sometimes seconds last for years. Everything can begin and end in a second. What would you do with your last seconds?
When everything superficial drains away
All that there is left is raw emotions
Which keep you holding onto the seconds.
When everything superficial drains away
All that there is left is raw emotions
Which keep you holding onto the seconds.
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