The Room Without a ClockA Poem by Andy RuffettWhat do we do when we end up in the room without a clock?There is a room without a clock
where there is no sudden ticking, just eyes glancing up towards a wall scanning for something that is not there
And as the sun rises and sets outside, we wonder what was the point of time
Have we lost the ability to function when all time is gone?
Can we move on when all time is gone?
Are we helpless when all time is gone?
We should keep on praying, hoping, and wishing
For the day when we arrive into the room without time, we’ll remember that day as the day of no consistency, no balance, no order
Just a room without a clock © 2012 Andy Ruffett |
StatsAuthorAndy RuffettToronto, Ontario, CanadaAboutMy name is Andy Ruffett and I love writing. It's been my passion and it always will be. My writing expands through me through many different ways such as through story telling. Sometimes my stories ar.. more..Writing
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