As time degrades a passing of ours was made

“I’ll call it—-“

A testing of time; the same shit

I sit, day in and day out

Around about in lapse

Imagining a self holding an axe

Freeing thee of this fire,

This hell that gels, leaving sense of a cell

As thoughts dwell

All to be what is thee

“—a blessing”

so they taught him a lesson

in repeat as the I’s took stock

Around about they now sit as the ours tock

Published by Alpha’s Poetry notes

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