so this is how it feels

so this is how it feels
to be all of a sudden so
grandfather clockless
with no steady
hands to guide us
from the one to the
three, no crossing of
paths, almost by chance
at 12 noon or 2:10
or 3:16; no one to
dust off my sleep,
and say that is
enough
, or pack
up the tears, and
say this, too,
shall pass

meanwhile
the drunkard
known as
time takes another
swig of death
and passes
out in an
unmarked alleyway
.
20100223:2329
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2 comments

  1. 1markt

    Now that is some real poetry “the drunkard known as time takes another swig of death”.very deep and creative to compare time to a drunkard wasting away your life in a drunken stupor. Very good usage. Quite cutting from one so young.
    I would like to invite you to 1markt.wordpress.com and I would be very interested to hear any comments that you will make. Keep your sharp bite of tragic figures to capture destiny and fate.
    Sincerely,
    1markt

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