Paused for thought

Paused for thought

Sunday, 11 October 2015


The ogre called Time has been here again.
He's swallowed my weekend,
Added a grey hair
And creased my skin.

Time has brought me gifts:
Experience; family; confidence.
But he takes away as he gives:
Youth; opportunity; innocence.

How do I slow him down?
This burden on my shoulder,
Weight on my back,
Causing me to stoop a little further, tire more readily.

Time, he smiles.
A knowing smile.

He will be here in years to come
Watching me age.

On occasion I enjoy his presence,
On others I don't.

Time be gone.
Leave my head without a clock
Ticking past the minutes, hours, days.
Leave space for air and space for warmth.
Space to play, space to feel.
I will manage quite nicely without you in my thoughts.
A silent creature, an ogre no more.

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