TIME

Imperiled

 

I stand upon the precipice

no way to move forward

a cliff behind

 

Urgently

 

I yelp for rescue

I strain to find a way

 

Up, Down, Sideways

 

But TIME

 

is no luxury for me

enemy to my thoughts

always pressing ahead

hot breath on my neck

 

Fangs dripping Death

to many memories

 

The Past

 

cowers in a corner

like shadows run from light

but my courage persists

 

I will Fight

I choose to stand, not crawl

 

The Tempest

will break

upon my back

 

Staggering

I will survive

and in TIME

emerge newly splendid

This poem is about: 
Me

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