Time

By samhennig

Mon, 22 Oct 2012
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Time eeks away
Sat hopelessly at the desk
This sharp cool day.

Time dribbles by
And opens only
It’s barely woken eye,

To spit more accurately
In disgust at what it
Disdainfully counts.

So drag on,
Flag up your hopes
Then woefully, limply realise there’s none.

Certificate U
Poem
Autobiography

Comments

Submitted by The Walrus on
This is a strong poem, samhennig. I found the end a bit depressing, but of course not everything we write about is sweetness and light.