Eternity
As I move through each moment,
It feels as if time is taking me
and is scraping my being over the surface of existence.
Like chalk upon a chalkboard,
My substance is torn away.
I thin, shorten, and fade into nothing but a dusty mark left on the past.
I'm powerless to stop it. Too helpless to slow down.
Do I surrender or despair?
The only thing I can do is hope that there's enough of me to stretch,
to reach that thing I know I need.
It's growing closer now
and is still so far ahead.
I pray that there is enough of me
to reach to eternity.
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