Broken Time - Poem by Mayuri Melinda
Time turns on her little hands,
Left, right and otherwise.
She turns like clockwork,
More often than not, to my demise.
Still I find we are all dying,
As her hands slowly turn.
Something in all of us leaves,
And is never returned.
I don't know why I hoped,
Against the laws of time,
That something I never deserved,
Would one day be mine.
Time is still turning now,
Running faster than she ever will,
Times have come and gone,
I find I miss you still.
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