Time leaks through the floorboards. | 1 |
The drops splatter on the basement floor. | 2 |
The clocks rain down their minutes; | 3 |
I drown in their downpour. | 4 |
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The showers of the hours | 5 |
overflow landfills of potential; | 6 |
the drizzle of unused seconds | 7 |
pollutes the air as I inhale. | 8 |
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If only we had seen | 9 |
the flowing of the years - | 10 |
all the wasted words unsaid | 11 |
so many unshed tears. | 12 |
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The nothings that live within us | 13 |
that grow through all the times | 14 |
when we let them leech our souls | 15 |
from out behind our eyes. | 16 |
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Perhaps . . . | 17 |
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for mere seconds worth | 18 |
our wills would have stopped the leak | 19 |
and given us a loan of time | 20 |
to take the release we seek - | 21 |
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to defy the lie that time whispers | 22 |
with the second hand's every tick: | 23 |
"Don't worry about the moment lost | 24 |
For with time, there's always more of it." | 25 |
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And so I waste these hours | 26 |
staring blankly at the ceiling | 27 |
willing myself to fall asleep | 28 |
trying to cease my mind's endless reeling | 29 |
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and I listen to the whisper | 30 |
of droplets of decades dripping around me | 31 |
and try not to fight the drowning | 32 |
into the wasted time that surrounds me | 33 |