Time
My relationship with time is often tenuous
although we've never spoken face to face
somehow the two of us are quite unable
to ever move along at equal pace
When I am swift I find the days are fleeting
with dawn to dusk occurring in a blink
In idle times I beg the hours, "move quickly"
they drag so long it drives me to the brink
I wonder if he does it for amusement
tormenting me for some ill spited game
speeding up and slowing as it suits him
for no purpose but driving me insane
Copyright © Danielle Humphreys | Year Posted 2016
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