My Flow of Time

October 4, 2011
By AkemiAsh BRONZE, Agawam, Massachusetts
AkemiAsh BRONZE, Agawam, Massachusetts
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Cold and lonely, no one can escape time,
It is the beating of ones heart to stand,
It's the flips of head and tails of a dime.
It's the pulsing thread of the living land.
The breaths we take only know its mark,
Its constant flow in rhythm with the heart,
Even in the endlessness of the dark.
Everlasting, unwavering, in part.

Yet we keep track of it every day.
Holding on to seconds with worn hope,
It is as if we expect it to stay.
But when the end has come no one can cope.

But I can escape the fate of mortals,
As long as this holds the pulls of quarrels.

The author's comments:
This was written for an assignment in my Shakespeare Class, and I happened to like the way it turned out. What had originally inspired me was the fact that when I stopped my music and just tired to get an idea for a sonnet, my heart made itself audible. I started to think of time, and just wrote, keeping track of the syllables. I enjoyed writing it and I would love people to read it.

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