Edge Of Time Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Sitting in darkness, thinking about the edge of time as
it falls away from our clocks, never being heard from
again on earth.

Basically ticking away moments as they arrive and depart,
thinking about how they grab onto each of us then disappear
in second and minute hands of every clock on earth.

Positive aspects then instantaneously turning negative each
time the hands move forward, letting us know that time is
running out, so we must fulfill appointment times and such.