Wasted Time Poem by eve Taylor

Wasted Time



I let time,

pass and pass,

sitting and spinning,

without feeling a thing,

blocking it out,

like a murdery scene,

it sits hidden,

in between,

somewhere and gently,

in my psyche.

Monday, October 22, 2018
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