Time
Burdens. Every. Step.
With the weight of anxiousness

Time holds on
Cackling. Through. The hours.
I wade up to my throat in impatience

Its constant echo
Pursues me through those swamps

An unswerving rhythm
A reminder
That bashes me in place

Like a railway spike
Tolling in anguish
At the wrath of the hammer

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