Time goes so slowly;
And yet my life is passing
by-
without
incident-
without meaning-
only a void-
an interruption in time.
Loneliness fills my nights
when I am most susceptible,
and least able to defend.
Weary are my days;
weary of work-
weary of loneliness-
weary of life.
Memories fill my sleep;
memories made by two-
but kept by only one-
some memories never made at
all.
Days come and go-
nights pass-
occasional sleep separates
the two.
Life goes
on-
and time passes so slowly.
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-- Ron W.Hamilton © 1989
