The Married Meaning of Time and Faith (Original)
I push and punch
race and fret
one hand a slow death
the other its rapid approach
and a tepid third to mock the middle
Kicking and screaming
enraged and resigned
I take another breath;
it's a further reminder
of my defeat at three hands
Where once there stood a mountain of moments
now lies a lake of memories
and each tock
each mind numbing tick
is a gorgeous death sentence
And you, like it, seem ever more fleeting
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