A Prisoner Of Time

Drifting into the past,

tomorrow slipped further away

 

Drifting into the past,

my writing had little to say

 

Drifting into the past,

the moments became moments no more

 

Drifting into the past

—being no longer certain or sure

 

(Dreamsleep: February, 2021)

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