a grain drips slowly from the upper bulb to the lower bulb
a hand ticks forward
why is it so variable?
one second flashes by
but one hour drags
and then suddenly
it is midnight
without knowing it
time
has slipped through the
cracks
once again
like water through a sieve
like sand through fingers
like fish from your grasp
like wriggling eels from the pot
like atoms beyond your clasp
procrastination
YOU ARE READING
thoughts on the wind
Poetrystarted Feb. 08, 2018 if you're looking for mediocre to horrible poetry, you're in the right place i'm a champ at the mediocre to horrible this serves two purposes for me 1. an outlet 2. creativity challenge hope you enjoy
