Consistit Poem by Zia Jaycee May Trent

Consistit



When will it stop
everything
time will close its doors
and we are left
alone
without the ticking
the constant measure of failure
when will it end?
the infuriating seconds
the lonesome minutes
the deadly hours
when?
Will the clock ever stop?
will
will it ever?

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