Time, a river flowing ever ceaselessly.
Waiting to drown you in the dark abyss.
Hang on for dear life as you make your peace,
for time will not wait for your dismissal.
Yet, let time continue its long crossing
as we sail across its long, endless stream.
Stretching across, all over the world, tossing.
However, there is one thing it shall not reap.
Our meaning on this overly harsh, cruel world.
No matter what history scribes,
our presence is felt as our life unfurls,
no matter how history chooses to describe.
Do your worst Time, as I stand my ground here!
I will not move, nor will I disappear.
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Various Short Stories/Poems I Wrote For School
General FictionThis is simply a compilation of various short stories/poems I write for my college classes. I won't post every story/poem I write for class. Just more complete ones. There is no connection between each story/poem other than the occasional story bein...
