Time is fleeting, like a deer spooked in a forest.
Trees can only watch as it passes by. The wind created rustles their leaves, pulling loose ones along its breathe. Those pieces of them never to return, a void in their beauty, forever changed.
Time is fleeting, like the second hands on our watches.
We bend the hours, hoping to gain control. Though like sand it slips away. Carried off by the waves. Lost forever to the sea of tears we cry.
Time is fleeting, like the beating of our hearts.
Racing towards the finish line up ahead. It only slows for a moment, when it has nothing left to give, then stops. A life is gone. Every moment is counted, emotions mix like a stiff drink, a pill that just won’t go down. We beg & plead & bargain, but it’s all over now.
Fosball 2021
About the Creator
Christina Fosnight
I have been writing most of my life. Everything from short stories to songs to poetry. I love new adventures & sharing those experiences with others. I am a mother to three children, so there is always something new & exciting to share.
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