the passing of time
is quite strange
when measured outside
our own constructs
seconds and minutes,
hours and days
when counted in laughter and smiles,
so far and few in between,
how many of those moments count?
smiling for the camera,
laughing at a joke
when counted in the adventures
at home, in places far away
how many are remembered?
a week excursion to the mountains,
a night out with friends
hours and days
seconds and hours
our own constructs
when measured outside
the passing of time
are quite strange
YOU ARE READING
The Witching Hour
Poetrypoetry about the wicked and the witchy || featured by WP Poetry on Oddities Unknown || #183 in poem (11/3/18)
