Time Dies

All I want to do is sleep
Because being without you is being stuck to the hands of a clock

Tick tock.

I feel every second jolt my core
Time isn’t like before.
It used to fly. Remember?

Just yesterday I floated on weightless sand
Upside down in an hourglass
Then right back up again.
Now it’s just circles.

And they never fucking end.


Originally posted Feb 2018

3 thoughts on “Time Dies

  1. blindzanygirl December 1, 2018 / 10:37 am

    I really get the feeling behind this.

    Liked by 1 person

      • blindzanygirl December 1, 2018 / 6:43 pm

        Oh dear. But it was a good poem lol. Keep writing them like that!

        Liked by 1 person

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