Published by: Kristine Caye Emono
Date Published: September 22, 2024
Time published: 2:52 PM
Category: Poetry
Subject: Chasing success at the cost of time
On a night that continues to never dawn,
There lay a blur of movement, long gone.
To catch the train of tales that remains,
In a state no less than a prisoner in chains.
Too fickle in the face of time drawing near,
Always first to rip the calendar every year.
Chasing the tale of success society spun,
To arrive at an end before it even begins.
Every chime checked, a clockwork pulse,
A constant stream of kibble always results.
With the chase for sticks, beaten by the rain,
The thought of reward manages to sustain—
Still, we grieve for answers on what is left to prove,
And cling to the hope that sacrifices made in youth—
Shall serve enough, a future to ever justify,
The fleeting moments lost in the span of a breath—a final sigh.
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