Clocking Out

 

Another day..

Leaking away...

Seeping into days

previously played
til the calendar blurs
into a polluted stream
of murky yesterdays
clouding our overloaded memories..

The ending now

an undeniable certainty 
of an all too finite reality
as the realization hits me
that time is a precious commodity
I really need to stop wasting 
writing this weak ass poetry

that nobody ever bothers to read

cause they have better things

to do with their own dwindling time