By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

Night drips through the hours
as molasses through a sieve.
Each tormented minute
measured by the clocks
onerous ticking.
Tick. Tick. Tick.
Daylight streams through mottled
curtains just as sleep begins
to claim the nights wakeful victim.
Suns rays beat on a body assailed
by age, despair and loneliness.
Blackness creeps over the sea,
across the mountains and valleys
to persecute it’s innocent pawn.
Robbing her, stealing from her
the rejuvenating slumber to heal.
Tick. Tick. Tick.
Each turn of the Equator
around and around the sun.
Facing in, facing out
trailing into years that in the end,
become mere seconds in time.
This is very amazing 🙂
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Thank you Hammad! 😊
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Thank you so much Punam! 😊
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A very evocative verse, Ami. I love the imagery. ❤️
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