How is it that
Time
Runs so lethargically
In the moments you
Need it to run quickly
For you
And why do the
Best moments
Disappear quicker
Than they come
To greet you
At this point I can't
Even rhyme
But just rant
About time
And it's twisted
Effects on the frailties
Of my mind
Casting a ray of hope
That I know I
Won't find
As it progresses
We turn more into
The savages we thought
We'd left in the past
And every great
Achievement highly esteemed
By those who hold
The strings, won't last
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paper aeroplanes | poetry + prose
Poetrywords that fly higher than the clouds in the sky a poetry anthology [trigger warning - references to suicidal thoughts]
