by Unknown
Feb 2013 270 Views 2 comments
Claws of time
I'm stuck in the claws of time
the smile on my face,
seldom's from the heart.
Moment lingers and nutures
the pang of anger in me.
My reflection in the mirror depicts
a horrible picture.
I do not wish to succumb
to the grooms of torture,
oh! I search beneath my effort
to reciprocate with bee-hives
of courage.
As i face this moment squarely
to navigate from the claws of
time,
we dribble in anticipation who
will score.
the smile on my face,
seldom's from the heart.
Moment lingers and nutures
the pang of anger in me.
My reflection in the mirror depicts
a horrible picture.
I do not wish to succumb
to the grooms of torture,
oh! I search beneath my effort
to reciprocate with bee-hives
of courage.
As i face this moment squarely
to navigate from the claws of
time,
we dribble in anticipation who
will score.
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Posted: Feb 2013
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