A Prisoner Of Time
Drifting into the past,
tomorrow slipped further away
Drifting into the past,
my writing had little to say
Drifting into the past,
the moments became moments no more
Drifting into the past
—being no longer certain or sure
(Dreamsleep: February, 2021)
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