"Time Wasted...."
Soft, sweet billowing winds...The hands of time stop, waiting to resume again.
Yet they cannot unless the pain stops.
The sky opens and shows the hurt felt...
The happiness, the joy, the sorrow...
And all at once it closes and leaves the emotions hanging like a drip of water, about to join the pool below.
The rain comes then... hot and wet,
It washes away everything, and so I start again.
The winds have picked up speed, becoming stronger than before...
Colors bursting with brightness and vibrancy like none seen...
Purples, blues, and greens shine!
Suddenly almost the clock begins to chime.
And I hear the tick tock of my life seemingly going to waste.
Time flys by as I sit and wait.
Relationships and friendships go by me hurriedly, like a car going ever so fast on the Autobahn...
Finally everything stops once more...
And all I hear is the slow paced beat of my heart, slower then slower then finally stopped.
No more hurt, no more pain, no more sadness, joy, happiness or sorrow...
No more time wasted....
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