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viii. what time does /November 15, 2013/

have you ever tried

to hold water in your hands?

truly frustrating, it is

it simply slips away much

too quickly

for me to comprehend

so that is what time does

to me.

my brain,

muddled by the countless

artificial pills

to make the physical pain

leave,

go away,

and to never come back,

just cannot catch up.

don't you see?

a hour

slips by much

much

to quickly

i look at

the old clock

on my bed stand

and wonder:

how is it

that when i am

pouring my heart

onto the page

in a way no one

will ever understand,

that the very essence

of life's most prized possession,

does not stay with me?

and while i sit and wonder,

yet another,

hour ticks on by