Time escapes me again…
Slips through my trembling fingers;
Rushes on into the future…
And life: it occurs.
In the void I sit…
Between life and it’s future dawn;
Where I waste precious hours,
As time ticks right on.
Time is not my friend,
And walks past me nonchalantly;
So I ever return to time in mourning,
Of the hours which have left me.
K. Aldaya, 1/13/17