Time

Most people have it and squander it.  They don’t hear it tick ticking down, the seconds pressing like a weight on your heart.  This quietus of minutes chasing you through your final tasks so much so that you can’t even enjoy what you’re doing. 

I’ve traveled the world and flip through pictures in my mind of the wonders I’ve seen and I beg Death to leave me here because I’ve not had enough, I need more.  I don’t know if he hears me so I measure my time in tears and continue to run….

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Published by: allinduetime1

Beginning to write again after several years of being in the corporate world. A few of my posts are old stories I wrote in high school or earlier. Most are new. I like to write emotionally. I like to write things that are close to me or hit hard for me at different moments. I write everything, anything, whatever comes to mind. Some stories are true, some are fantasy. Mostly, I write for me, so that I'm relevant to me, so that I remember. Feel free to let me know what you think. I love feedback.

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