Can’t you feel it?
The slow yawn of time
Snapping it’s mouth shut.
Time
Chewed me up.
Spit me out.
Flesh, sinew, bones and hair.
Please, take me away from here.
I just need to get through this day,
This week,
This month,
This year.
I don’t know what I’m getting through.
What I’m going towards.
My heart beats a death march drum,
My fingers scrolling through a death feed.
Distract me.
I want to close my eyes and rest.
I never seem to wake up refreshed.
Aug 30, 2022
Aug 30, 2022 at 1:02 AM UTC
Can’t you feel it?
The slow yawn of time
Snapping it’s mouth shut.
Time
Chewed me up.
Spit me out.
Flesh, sinew, bones and hair.
Please, take me away from here.
I just need to get through this day,
This week,
This month,
This year.
I don’t know what I’m getting through.
What I’m going towards.
My heart beats a death march drum,
My fingers scrolling through a death feed.
Distract me.
I want to close my eyes and rest.
I never seem to wake up refreshed.
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