Time stops for no one. The sand in the hourglass falls at a pace my heartbeats can’t keep up with and I am breathless. It is not my time yet, I scream but my stolen voice is echoed by this deafening silence. He refuses to hear me, He is stagnant in his choice. The ticking of the clock ceases as does my future. He is unforgiving.
03/01/2021, Carina Rivera, Poem of the Week
Deceitful Divinity