dawn
hard on your heels,
pressing breath upon your neck.
illuminated digits
make no sense –
but spread urgency
nonetheless.
the more you stare,
the more it will deny
its presence.
another sleepless night…
wheels turning,
craving the obvious.
Another Wandering Soul 
Very relatable, I like the touch of urgency and stress you’ve managed to pinpoint. Time slipping away does that to me.
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time can definitely be a bastard… 😉
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