Time And Me. Poem by Luke Curcio

Time And Me.



Seconds are not a measurement of time but of life. And time does not heal, but love.

As I move forward, forward in seconds, I know not my fate, but in hope, endure every minute.

Will every second hurt? Will every minute only be of pain? Every hour alone?

Wednesday, November 23, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: time
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