Time
The tighter I make my grip,
The further away times slips.
With not even a wave as it passes me by,
Im left running in place as the rest can fly.
Left behind where the cold wind cuts thru me like butter,
Chilling deep within making me shudder.
I cry as the fragile life I created grows up and away,
The more I see go the more I want it to stay.
I try to catch up but Im still caught in its wake,
Maybe it runs from me because I no longer have inocence to take.
Time keeps flying and I keep dying,
Alil more each day red tears Ill be crying.
Soon Ill be left deep in the dark,
Knowing that the time that passed by has left its mark.
Alicia K. Jones '10



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Trenchtownrock   Trenchtownrock wrote
on 2/22/2011 11:39:07 AM
But the mark left will carve the path next taken..good work.

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This is how i look at my life and how its goin by so fast.
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