Tick

You are formed, nothing is known or unknown to you. You simply are.

Tick

Birth, rushes of light and air fill your body. You realize your shell is flesh and bone, but you have no control.

Tick

Seconds, minutes, hours, days, years. All flow by. You are halfway around the clock. You feel that what you know is true and you follow the instincts that have brought you to this point.

Tick

Time is almost up. Regrets are the new focus of your clock. You look back at all the things you walked away from, or through. You wonder what will come of the future.

Tick

Here you sit. Minutes are all that you have come to know now. Minutes that have no wheel, no control can be taken

Tick

Your time is up. Nothing is known or unknown to you. You simply

were.

 


His name is Sumner Drain and he is a Junior at Penn State University Park. He has a love for writing and reading poetry, but has never submitted his work to the public eye. He is hoping that this will change things.

September 22, 2018

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