Hello Poetry
Submit your work and get some sparkles! Create free account
...And I reached out, like the hands of a clock, uselessly grasping at time; and like a clock, all I could do was tell of it's passing.
0
Jan 23, 2016
Jan 23, 2016 at 10:44 PM UTC
Excerpt From a Story Unwritten #2
...And I reached out, like the hands of a clock, uselessly grasping at time; and like a clock, all I could do was tell of it's passing.
afterimage
Written by
Jan 23, 2016
Jan 23, 2016 at 10:44 PM UTC
Request permission to use this poem