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"Counting Time"
Things to do --
Things to do
The list grows --
LONGER
As time grows --
SHORTER
Tasks bite harder --
Upon less flesh
The less there is --
The more she loses
One, two, three, four
She can't stand this --
ANYMORE!
Five, six, seven, eight --
She won't take this
Perpetual STATE
It's almost over --
It's almost over
It must be near --
That final end
Yet the waiting --
Yawns as wolves
Entranced in slumber
Its mouth gaping --
About its tongue
Sharp and blood red
Sharp and blood red
Time extends itself
Endlessly as it flies
One month per second
One year per hour
Vanishing as vacuums
Baring lives' thieves
Shielded in cloaks --
Of external normalcy
Above internal demise
Intertwined by desires
Alas, those wishful things
Needle her in spades
Needle her in spades
Bathed in regrets
Regrets despite choices
Those naïve selections
She thought she'd chosen
She hadn't chosen --
Not a one
Not a one
Tick tock, tick tock
Within each corner
Dark and dimming
Dark and dimming
The alarms gone off
It must be near --
That final end.
By Lady Lost
Copyright © 2002
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