Time After Time
muscles of the clock
shook me awake, as i neared
the slim margin between dusk
and dawn, having slipped
up - intensity of dread —
soft sunlight alarms the blinds.
i attempt to rise,
entangled in shifting sheets.
dripping sweat from every pore,
my feet meet the floor
and i race to the shower. . .
precariously washing.
hair still soaking wet,
i shift into drive posthaste,
find the highway and i race.
suddenly i slide
to a stop, as the clock stands
in my way, then wakes me up.
7/16/2019
Fives and Sevens Poetry Contest
Sponsor - Joseph May
Picture 4
*Time after time - repeatedly
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