Time has become the thing
undesirable
within its lack of being,
having none
and piling more and more
on top of it,
creating a towering inferno
of being late
for everything that’s been,
or needs to be
done and finished on time.
Time is a symbol of being;
consistently
doing things on the thing it is,
but nothing
more than piles of bottled up
anguish and
the lack that seems to come
from not
having the essentials when
it comes to
needing the one thing, time.
I am the best thing you've never heard of.
I hold a Bachelor's in English, History and Secondary Education, and a Master's in English: Creative Writing, though my appearance belies intelligence.
My goal in life is to write and to be read. It's a modest stretch by most imaginations.
To most I'm amazing.
It all depends on your definition of literary merit.
All poems contained on this blog are ©Thomas Boersma unless otherwise noted.
Monday, February 15, 2010
Poem-A-Day: Day 95
Time (Is Not On My Side)
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