Slow, the Flow of Time's Waning Hands
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Robert J. Lindley, 3-16-2019
Sonnet, ( As the dark hours slowly march )
Syllables Per Line: 0 8 8 8 8 0 8 8 8 8 0 8 8 8 8 0 8 8
Total # Syllables: 112
Total # Words: 90
Slow, The Flow Of Time's Waning Hands
On nights that I can not slow walk
through dreams that may, my sad soul heal
With such interruption heart balks
at the sorrows I come to feel.
Waning midnight hours race on past
night shadows then appear to prowl
bed writhing, I pray it not last
useless, as nightmare monsters howl!
Slow, the flow of time's waning hands
their razor claws slashing in deep
Over and over, one last stand
as Hope promises blessed sleep.
In my sleep I try to fast talk.
From dead body outlined in chalk.
Robert J. Lindley, 3-16-2019
Sonnet, ( As the dark hours slowly march )
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2019
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