Time...

Time measured in emotion,
hangs around,
a guest outstaying their welcome.
The hands of time
shove you against the wall,
trapping you there,
then, casually,
finds something else to do.
Suspended,
unable to move on,
you look at time,
you look at time again,
cogs slowly spiral.
Saturated,
you smother your ears,
shutting out that sound
which has no meaning;
tick, tick, tick, tick, tickā€¦
Time, it's units measured in seconds,
will,
eventually,
let
you
go

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