The Hours PassA Poem by James K. BlaylockThe Hours Pass
aware of everything as these grains slip through my knowing fingertips
can I no longer hold back anything...
pains drip into tomorrow and I'm ripped to bits thinking, thinking of better ways of living
can we survive very much more flowing disasters
2-20-09
© 2009 James K. BlaylockReviews
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1 Review Added on February 21, 2009 AuthorJames K. BlaylockTyler, TXAboutHi, I'm James K. Blaylock and I'm a poet/writer. I'm 39, and I live in Texas. I was born and raised here. I have been writing now for 13 years and I've been blessed to be published a number of times. .. more..Writing
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