It haunts me like a plague.
An eternal bruise.
Like Peter Pan's shadow,
Attached to my feet
Forever following my every step.
Keeping in stride with my faults and stumbles
Remembering and holding them
Just to bring them back later.
The past.
A contest entry
- Time by Palas Kumar Ray.
900 points, ended August 16, 39 entries
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Comments
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Much matured thought about Time and its stickiness.
Your style is very unique and I like it a lot.Thanks for entering and best of luck in my contest "Time".
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I like it very intense and meaningful


