I don’t see it coming...
But I can feel it
It's there
Time, a fast train here...
Gone…
Never to return again
Slipping through the cracks of the universe
Like smoke through a screen
Never before present
As today
Mind forgetting
Brain teasing
Thoughts and remembrances not real
People, places, things
Nouns, verbs, sounds
Clattering clanking louder and louder
Frantic spaces abroad and near
Sweat tears
Blood splattered on sheets and ground
Eyes closed tight
Blocking out lit shadows of fear
-ChyVaughn
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