A Poem To Time
Lately time has been very upsetting,
with all its straight forwardness.
Happening when I am not aware
day after day dragging me forward,
dropping Loss like its nobody's business
weaving my past like a secret spider,
in the dark hours of the night.
Silvery strands, wet with tears for what was,
tangling all my tommorows.
Time, with its linear inevitability,
as we tightrope to our futures
what other choice is there?
My life is your consequence.
Copyright © Robert Coles | Year Posted 2009
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