what time is it?


The waters have stilled

The storm has moved on

The highways are clear 

The game lost it pawns


Yet without a mighty flood 

Or an explosion of light

Without tires on pavement 

Or players in the fight


Time stops

The ardor bleeds away 

The compass spins without direction

The mind escapes and leaves no trace

  • Author: Angela-a (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 11th, 2021 16:05
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 14


  • L. B. Mek

    really well written
    reads like a timely 'wake-up call' for society,
    thanks for sharing

    • Angela-a

      Yes! I was aiming for a certain cadence and I am glad you picked up on that

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