Title: BIRTH TIME
by Lena from Buckinghamshire | in writing, poetry
Who entered us in this race against time?
Unbeatable, relentless, cut down in our prime.
There is no solution to the dimension we cannot beat.
To begin with, time is on our side, the world at our feet,
then it slips and it slides, the seconds they flicker,
time accelerates, it's moving quicker and quicker.
The face is sombre, silent, alone,
The hands are the rhythm; in monotone.
Our faces they fall, as the hands beat their drum,
The active is passive, the death marches come.
It is a race we are destined to run,
but for now we crouch for the starter gun.
My inspiration is everything really, general thoughts, things which happen around me, the simple mundane facts of life.
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