A great initiative! We will have 10 days of countdown to April PAD! The prompt for today is Time.
Time
Time can be a monster and
Eat you up with its cold cruelty.
It can be a smooth killer
Gliding past your pain and embalming it.
Time flows in one direction,
Not always showing that it sees you,
Impassively walking the same path as you
Whistling, as it seems, to itself,
Humming or mumbling you know not what.
You move along glimpsing at the trees
That skip past you by the road.
Spring changes winter, summer comes, then autumn.
Time flows forward with a whisper.
The breeze wooshes past your ears,
Drying your eyes, muting your sobs.
Every now and then, you see a mirror
– the terrible physical object where
Time is stamped.
(c) Mariya Koleva, 2020
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