Adam M. Snow Poetry Collection
Wasting Away
Wasting Away
Written by Adam M. Snow
What is this?
Fading fast beyond our grasp;
ticking, tocking.
Ev'ry hour stalking;
like its prey, we're hunted
- a wild game devoured.
What is true in a river of lies,
wasting away as time flies?
This cannot be our reality,
the iron in our blood - rusting
as we lay resting.
Feasted upon ev'ry hour,
drained, until there's nothing left.
Oh, but I protest!
Surely, there is more.
A look back at what was before.
If we could turn back its hands,
then perhaps we would stop the falling sands.
Then what would be,
if not a fantasy
to be shattered?
Then so be it, for time does not matter.
For in a dream, we're nothing,
but an echo of what is to come.
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Wasting Away
Wasting Away