Jacob Bennett


Desperate for more,

Time is unwinding.

Life doesn't wait,

So ever binding.


Desperate for something,

Bodies grow sicker.

The clock unwinds,

Men into wicker.


Desperate for feelings,

Minds must decay.

Snow that falls,

Will soon melt away.


Desperate for meaning,

Souls come and go.

When life is no longer,

It belongs to the crow.


Desperate for anything,

All humans cry.

Time consumes everything,

Everyone dies.


  • Aislinn Wilson

    Weighty, but worth it. This was worth re-reading.

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