What an unusual oddity

though thought of as comodity

yet always seeming to slip away

turning memories into shades of gray

the single unstoppable force

which brings about remorse

the ultimate destructor

mysterious abductor

yet healer of all wounds

slient bringer of doom

marked by uneven hands

around a circular land

with compass points

at 12, 3, 6, and 9

The most sought after item

yet most often lost

what an unusual oddity

is time


About The Lost Poet

I write because I find inspiration. It is my hope that through my writing some connections may be felt. Everything I write comes from my experiences with life, and with the people that I love. I try to remember to see myself in everyone, and everyone in myself.
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