What weighs on me more:
the sun setting on another day
or the fear of no more dawns?
The clock rapidly accelerates.
Hours blend into one another,
then disappear completely.
A new day promises nothing more
than the certainty of its passing.
A lifetime is swallowed up in a vortex.
I fear the speed of the cycle,
and trapped by the redundancy of time.
© Susan Schoeffield 2011
the sun setting on another day
or the fear of no more dawns?
The clock rapidly accelerates.
Hours blend into one another,
then disappear completely.
A new day promises nothing more
than the certainty of its passing.
A lifetime is swallowed up in a vortex.
I fear the speed of the cycle,
and trapped by the redundancy of time.
© Susan Schoeffield 2011
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