spare me a minute
when there no longer was
anything else
to ask for
i asked for time
[to pull my knees up to my chest
hands to my face]
"time is an illusion"
you shouted
and i wondered who the hell you where
an what made you tick
[and how little time, a pair of tarnished knees
and broken hands could save me]
your ticking star broke then
revealed the dust of being dirt
that made my eyes itch
i was offered salvation
and bandages
when all i needed
was a little time
Poetry by MadinSane
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Written on 2005-11-19 at 14:01
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