Time
Time. Is he a barbarous master? Or
Perhaps, a humble servant to the core
My heart shrinks from an echo
Of his whispers in the pipes of life
Tick! Tick! Tick!
With every blissful tick, he delivers breath
With every dreadful tick, he delivers death
And here I am starring at his face
Like it holds the map to this maze
As the house burns
As the house burns.
Copyright © Bokang Moshoeshoe | Year Posted 2021
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