The Married Meaning of Time and Faith (Original)

I push and punch

race and fret
one hand a slow death
the other its rapid approach
and a tepid third to mock the middle

Kicking and screaming

enraged and resigned
I take another breath;
it's a further reminder
of my defeat at three hands

Where once there stood a mountain of moments

now lies a lake of memories
and each tock
each mind numbing tick
is a gorgeous death sentence

And you, like it, seem ever more fleeting

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