How short is a week,
how long an hour?
Time-
Trapped in my mind.
Time-
As real as the wind,
touching my skin.
Like stars in the dark,
I hang captured in suspense.
Time-
Beckons the beginning and
end of life's breath.
Time-
Held in the heart of a longing lover,
in the wings of a caged bird,
the bosom of a mourning mother.
Time-
You've stolen me,
I shan't recover.
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