Clinging!

A Poem by andrew mitchell

Clinging on

The hands of time

Nature, forces my hand

Loosening my grip

I fall through

The clock face, broken.

Time piece jammed.

Lost in space

Time travel

Soon out of view

Forgotten.

Through time, lost

Falling.... for some

I never existed.

© 2015 andrew mitchell

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marcus

Excellent!! Our fall through time and space, our fall from grace!

Posted 10 Years Ago

10 Years Ago

Thanks Marcus

Kelly Scheppers

Wake up slowly, before you hit bottom, my friend!

Posted 10 Years Ago

10 Years Ago

haha Just fiction Kelly based on TV Time Tunnel series I'm just pushing boundaries looking for a dif.. read more

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Added on July 1, 2015
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andrew mitchell

adelaide, Australia

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