A Point In Time By Anonymous The air is cold, and bitter, harsh, and rough on my skin I am cold and bitter, harsh, and tired of the this day My shoes are muddy, once white and gleaming Now they are a permanent shade of grey I am grey myself, drained of energy My vision looks blurred and fuzzy My brain has become scattered A fractured puzzle of a mind Not broken yet though There is no time I can remember When time In its glory It was not crooked but Straight Lined and Made sense At the time, All of the time And now I don't I wish I could have Known it at the time And now, in this place
Where time is a legend Always taken, always gone I find that all I want is to rest That is all I need. Just a few minutes A few more minutes to sleep, and my brain Broken, scattered, could attempt to repair itself.
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