The white pill that controls time.

Clock watching as the first one’s failed to work

Sands of time each grain rips through me

I’ll take them again and there’s another to try

and I wonder would it be better to break down and cry.

The the soft fine rain falls on my skin

and I remember I was born with strength within.

Deep breaths and mind filled with song

distractions so time will not be long.

Each rip, each pull, each broken form

the violence of life’s eternal storm.


Karen Hayward ©2015.

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Welcome to my blog! Here you will find different forms of creative writing, lots of swearing, erotic poetry, random thoughts, beautiful imagery, but most of all you will find a version of truth. My truth, this is the way that I see the world. However, all of my work is a form of creative writing, a combination of truth and fiction. I write to express my creativity, not my needs!

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