I've reached that point in life
where the hours no longer creep,
they race up to you
and shout boo,
whilst slapping you
sharply across the face
jolting you awake from a dream
that you wish would manifest,
but instead, you open your eyes
upon a towering mess,
clutter as far as the eye can see.
The clock always seems
turned to double speed.
The ticks and tocks just bleed into one.
The hands a blur,
screaming across the face,
in an ever-increasing pace, a race
to see which one breaks first.
Time it seems has turned on me,
it has me in its beady eyes,
I sigh, at each hour passing by,
before I realise, that the sun
is no longer in the sky
and the day has ended.
Left without saying goodbye.
Time I wish I was spending with you,
is spent instead
just trying to get my feet to move,
trying to get my mind in gear,
when before that would happen
in the blink of an eye,
now a blink could be
a chunk of life lost, faded,
a whisper in a breeze,
a murmur in the trees.
I am still trying to move.
Stuck tightly on aching knees.
I just wish to bask in beauty
without the clock spinning so fast.
Is that really too much to ask?
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Peace, Love & Poetry
Kyle
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