Poetry

Pandemonium

Amidst the fury and pathos
laden with cataclysms –
each revolution of
our existence,
unravels
and evolves,
because time –
let’s not forget time;
how it counts the seconds
in whole numbers…
ever moving ahead
with indifference
as minutes –
brood a moment
or more behind
while the pendulum
hangs on a whisper.

This is the sum
of our years.

© Literary Remains

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