Dash
The escape of time
AS THE TIME TICKS AWAY ON THIS CLOCK.
I CANNOT HELP BUT THINK.
ALL THE SECONDS.
MINUTES.
THERE.
WASTED.
LIKE SAND BEING TOSSED.
WHAT ONCE WAS GRASPED SO FIRMLY INTO MY HAND.
IS NOW DISPERSED.
AND TURNED SO FAINTLY INTO THE SOFT BLUE SKY.