Tired time.

Poem by: Lizziewolf

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And time grew wary of us,

of our never-ending fights

with past and present,

with years slipping quietly by

and hourglasses smashed,

with passion always burning

in empty rooms with cold beds,

of curtains drawn together

and fireplaces without warmth.

Time grew wary of us both,

of our fears and fantasies,

of our easy nonchalance,

just bravado to keep away

the fleeting seconds,

the unforgiving minutes

and the slowly passing hours...

Submitted: February 24, 2020

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DampKitten

I love the personification of time here. You give time a 'God-like' authority over the events and relationship as if it were to assert judgement on its value. Of course, the true judgement is with the speaker and the participants, so the purpose of the piece is to imply the remarkable lack of control we feel as things are slipping away.

Mon, March 9th, 2020 3:15am

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Yes...we only have control over ourselves and that in the best cases. In others, we just struggle to keep sane. Accepting loss with dignity is an exercise in evolution,I guess.
I love your reviews, Kitten, there´s a lot I learn about myself from them! Thank you!
Love, Lizzie.

Sun, March 15th, 2020 9:09am