Round and round, up and down those hands upon the wall. Tic tic tic toc , or make no sound at all. What antagonizing creation of man to walk to a beat for a lifetime incomplete. A rhythm that haunts the soul and makes the days slip out of control. Out of time, out of breath what is really left? No way or reason how time is nothing but a wheel, numbers that cause a chill and have no meaning beyond conscious webs. Dreams of no clock, walk of hope and destiny to embrace , that familiar face upon the wall simply numbers that is all.
Poem: Time
Posted byN.K. SterlingPosted inUncategorizedTags:art, artist, author, Beyond, blogging, Clock, environment, Humanity, inspiration, Inspire, Life, nature, poem, poetry, Time and space, write, Written
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A sibling and daughter to some, a friend to others. As an artist , writer, and dreamer N.K Sterling spends days crafting new creations be it in painting or jewelry making or dabbling in many creative avenues in life from music to sewing has only made Sterling more inspired to keep trying new things. Enjoying a good book by the fire, or an adventurous outing with furry friends is always a go to for this expressive soul. Writing has been a passion since the age of twelve and the associate's degree in liberal arts has only help expand this creative mind for future endeavors while currently living in the southern USA. View more posts
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