A breeze cutting through
Cause and effect
The thrum off the taught rope
Suspending the gleaming edge
A silent figure just checked
Before the descent
Exposed
To the Guillotine of Time

Held breath

The only thing certain

Is my death


Moments that stretch
Dilate
Taking me back
Conversing with the Ghost of camaraderie
Glimpses of a few good friends
Who left in the end
Friendships dissipated
Running my fingers through the Memory
The feeling of loss
couldn’t be anticipated
Precious moments

Appreciated


Skirting around the vulnerability

Stepping outside the frame

A familiar place
Only myself to blame

Every scenario much the same
Comfort found in my isolation
At least then
I won’t have to look the man in the mirror
In those blue eyes
Avoid the inception
Of the truth

Seeds of depression seeding

The wrinkles at the edges
Loss has wedged
It’s way inside
The March of time

No one can hide

It’s killing me

Is this how it’s supposed to be

Battling with acceptance
Forgotten moments
undetermined amount of time
Winding down after another long day

Blurring by



The guillotine of time

Severing

The connection
The man in the mirror
A dim reflection



It used to be clearer


Time

The silent



Killer

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