Time

Ticking away,
my soul drips down.
Hours, long and,
drawn out too.
Hair pulled out,
stressed longing.
Want, want, want,
needing that touch,
breaking through,
my deep skin.

Minutes on,
seconds long,
moments by,
moments by,
dragging me along,
hoping and,
willing.
Desire drags,
me to my feet,
holding my only thread,
of what i have,
of heavens,
touched.



Poetry by Razel Davies
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Written on 2006-03-15 at 22:35

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