Tempus Fugit Poem by Daniella Lujan

Tempus Fugit



I exist, time stands still.
Another week another second,
Another moment;
We stand lost in Memory's repast-

Not knowing what shall be or is,
We are haunted by the unkown and yet we try.
It is all we can do.
Try.

Obsidian darkness overshadows;
Is it enough?
Or did Time flee unknowingly?

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Daniella Lujan

Daniella Lujan

Pirmasins, Germany
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