Tick tock

I rise to look behind my thoughts
In sweet desire of the sleep that I chase
Cursing my dance macabre woes as they jive
I'm thinking of the times gone by

I see now what my mother meant
To cherish moments when you can
For too soon your hunger burns
A harsh lesson of passing time

Sleep seems such a lavish waste
I'll be long enough in my grave
Why then waste these hours in regret
Instead fill them up savouring each second hand

You'd think by now I'd have cured all ills
Sharing glory with Marie Curie
Instead I think of Gauguin's landscapes
Wandering lost and mute I roam

Poetry by LFD1
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Written on 2019-07-21 at 05:05

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