Time
Time is slipping
Like mercury
Through a broken
Thermometer
Toxic to those around it
Try to grasp its
Hands
Hold onto it
Before it leaves
But it has left; you can hear it now
“TICK” “TICK”
Like a bomb
Except it’s not coming
It’s gone
The present only lasts a
Second
Then it becomes the past
So do we
Really live in the
Present?
Copyright © Sasha Spichke | Year Posted 2018
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