The fear that our bodies are truly
Only vessels that take up room on an
Ever-spinning globe
Spurred the invention of
Time-
A morbid concept,
A unit of measurement tasked with
Counting down how long we have left to
Spin
Have left to take up space
Until death do us part.
YOU ARE READING
We Write for Fear of Silence
Poetry{My soul put into words. Writing is how I put myself back together again. Writing is how I love.} **all poems are mine** HIGHEST RANKING: #30 IN POETRY & #1 IN TEEN POETRY
