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Time is made of fail.
by Aaron BlairThey say the next day will be better,
or the day after that,
and all I know is this:
no moment in time has ever
lived up to its promise;
ever found a way
to make forgivable
the endless ticking of the clock.
I could never find a way to stop it,
even when I threw myself upon the machine,
my blood a viscous trap
to bring a halt to moving parts.
Later still came,
grinding by slowly with ruined gears
and the copper smell of defeat. 03/10/2009 Posted on 03/10/2009
Copyright © 2024 Aaron Blair
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Tom Goss on 03/10/09 at 04:51 PM YES! YES! That's it - pull out the big guns, unlock the safety and FIRE! Direct hit captain! :) I'm suggesting this for poem of the day. |
| Posted by Nanette Bellman on 03/12/09 at 09:10 PM Amen to that. Time and day's, they're a...well, you know. |
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