Time's Pretense
by michael cahill
You clasp with claws untender 'round my throat,
excited by my trembling tear soaked lips.
Each whispered plea for mercy softly floats,
you hear me not while focused on your grip.
I carry on, what else am I to do?
I realize your presence, yes it's clear.
There's no ignoring my great debt to you.
Must payment due consign my life to fear?
But, I've the portion that I have, you see,
you cannot take a moment more it's true.
In truth, you have no power over me.
My journey travels boldly over you.
I hear you brag and boast, your voice is shrill
Yet, I am moving! You are standing still.
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