Poem -
Clock Thief
My synapse connections..
Becoming more unreliable
as the clouds keep rolling in
on the conveyer belt of time..
Doubt is now my unfaithful mistress..
Whispering chaos fragments
to this thought impaired man
now struggling to be cognitive...
Where did I leave my glasses again?
Like 1 Pin it 1
Support CosmoFunnel.com
You can help support the upkeep of CosmoFunnel.com via PayPal.
Comments
Hmmm....time treads rough shod over us all. What a fantastic little poem, Steve, brilliant. Pinned to read again x
Thanks.... I appreciate the kind words