Passing TimeA Poem by Storm K.The days pass by, a blur of sights and smells and sound, all un-be-known to you, and the scales tip, unbalanced, so that it feels as if the clock flew out the window. Really, though, once looked back at, it was not so long ago - the only difference here, we see is the changed made on the inside; the locks, keys, chains or bars, locking down and keeping in the things you do not want to think. But you can't help but notice them; the brain's trapped in a tower, with a scarlet beating dragon patrolling the gates, getting its own way. Yet perhaps, they're insignificant, in the grand scheme of things, because as time well tell, that which seems important now, in a month might seem not significant at all.
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7 Reviews Added on December 31, 2012 Last Updated on December 31, 2012 Tags: time, passing, insignificant AuthorStorm K.Wales, United KingdomAbout"the irony is that I can't express my love for writing in words." I'm Storm. Eighteen years old, going to college in a castle by the sea. I am an escapist, a lover, a fighter, a reader, but most of.. more..Writing
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