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The time flies

The time flies do not have a clock 

In spite of all you wish

On every inch of you they walk

Their legs give you an itch

 

They come when you are waiting 

For things good or for things bad

But mostly when debating 

What your fate has in its hand

 

It must be all that fidgeting

And tapping of your feet

Each time fly’s always listening 

For worst fears made concrete 

 

I always wondered why those flies 

Show up when they’re not needed

It’s as if they feed on cries

Drink every tear, and they’ve succeeded 

 

Why can’t they be there at those times 

Of joy that are so fleeting?

Don’t all tears taste the same whether you’re glad or your heart’s bleeding? 

 

They follow you around until you think your life’s unliveable 

But if you swat you’ll look a fool 

Cuz time flies are invisible 

 

You’ll scratch and smack your skin till raw

Though none of this will work

For the time flies and their kin 

Don’t mind man’s futile little quirks

 

How did they all come out this world 

How could these fiends evolve? 

Consuming you till fate unfurls 

Then suddenly dissolve?

 

They play this waiting game with you till 

all your time’s been spent 

And though they nearly ate you whole 

You wish they never went 

 

🌷(2)

◄ The hollow people

Opposite boy ►

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Manish Singh Rajput

Sun 31st Mar 2024 04:42

A hard-hitting poem that's wonderfully constructed.
Thank you

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