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“ Tempus Fugit “
I wait in a limbo of emptiness as
the days all pass me by,
The tears slide down my face but
I refuse to cry.
I watch the clock as the hands of
time turn hours into days_
The days turn into years and I
change in so many ways.
I listen to the nightingale, his
song he sings so true.
The blackness overcomes me and
again I feel so blue.
So many things in life itself,
that I have come to rue.
I hear, I see. I stay_ Only words
on an empty page.
An audience filled with people
awaiting an empty stage.
You wonder why I bother, you
wonder why I rave?
Its because my mind is filled
with madness and my heart is filled
with rage.
by
Mary S. Hymel
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