The Rugged Secret Of Time

Time is rugged
as is 
a promise.

A journey
with pudgy prying fingers,
scratching,
pulling,
grasping,
leaving scars.
but forever binds us to reality.
Blessing
or
curse?

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Time is treacherous
as is
a secret

A leap of faith
welding one life 
to another.
Deadly to those who trip and drip.
Drowning in self dug graves
filled by words
spilt from loose lips.

Struck by an opponent's weaponry,
sharpened far beyond necessary
made to stab through the 
trusting,
fearful
loving
mistake making
always breaking 
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