He is judging me
The man called time,
Waving his hands at me
Because he’s holding mine.
Moving the dials forward
He will not go back,
The only time I see the past
Is through the flashbacks.
I can hear him calling me
Through the clocks,
His messages are coded
Into the ticks and tocks.
Time is like a maze
It doesn’t freeze,
So many dead ends
Without any keys.
Those dials of his
Want me to break,
As they never give time
They always take.
K
The Darkest Fairytale 
Raw and in sync with your last post, full of power and spite, for time, is always counting down, towards, our end.
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Aww that’s a great line xx
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Chronus. The 4th dimension. Blast into it. Kundalini. Stand your ground. Plant your roots. Age shall not weary us xx
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Reblogged this on By the Mighty Mumford and commented:
AND “TIME WAITS FOR NO ONE!” GOOD VERSE!!!
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Thank you much appreciated xx
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ORT, ORT, ORT, ORT! 🙂
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Haha thank you lovely x
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(whiskers wriggling in delight)
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Beautifully written, great job! I really loved it.
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Thank you lovely x
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Beautiful poem
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Thank you lovelyx
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you are welcome xx
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Nice post! And those damn dials spin faster every year.
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Haha I know damn.thank you x
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One of those posts that needs a ‘love button’ to click because ‘like’ just doesn’t quite cover it. Great stuff, and thanks for sharing.
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Thank you for reading xx
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I never thought time could be described in such a beautiful meaningful way. I loved this😊👍🏾
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Aww thank you lovely xx
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Well done!
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Thank you xx
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Nicely portrayed ….. 🙂
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Thank you xx
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Excellent write!!
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Thank you x
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