Wednesday, February 24, 2016

Times tourniquet


Last week
I had it all
under control.

Last month
I was excited
about the Future.

Last year
I couldn't wait
to be where I am
Today
yet
I cannot say
it right.

Tomorrow will Be
too much
all over again
and then
another
Year
I fear
of ending up
right
Here.





Image of painting by Hans Holbein the Younger (1497/1498–1543) [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.
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