Clocks
Two souls wander broken
Slowly shredding to pieces
Life falls to the wayside
Pressure builds as time runs out
Clocks chiming
Tick Tock
Tick
Tock
Tock
Not Yet
A distant cry
Soft and innocent
Beckoning
A future possibility
Tick
Tock
More pressure mounts
Familial obligations
Where and When and Soon
Tick
Tock
Crash
A million Pieces on the Floor
ZEN
Moving Forward
Moving Forward
Standing Still
The deception of gravity
Time forces motion
To keep on going
While the rest of us
Keep Standing
Scars
Connected by scars
Tissues can heal
Heart wounds and fissures
Aren’t quite so easy
Time ebbs and flows
Moving faster than expected
Circling life
Pain comes and goes
What we do
Makes us
Who we are
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