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Time is no friend of mine
Its hateful onward crawl
Into the future
Over the ruins of the present
Away from the darkness of the past
Leaving warped wasted wrecks in its wake
A cold, cold fiend
Full of malice and hate
Uncaring of those it leaves behind
Those like me


© 2018, Adrian North. All rights reserved.

Published inAngerPoemPsycheSadness

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