Sometimes: The Burden of Time

sometimes - Spectre of the Brocken

Sometimes, 

time unfolds with promises of hope, 

while on other occasions, 

it abandons you to bed, 

with a pillow over your head.

Sleep,” whispers the sunshine; 

“Awake,” demands the dark. 

I’m a man with nothing left to give, 

A eulogy replaced with a yard sale.

My life’s work exists only in the digital domain, 

comprised of ones and zeros, 

struck down and erased with a single push of delete.

Equal to the constructing of a bridge 

built to connect,

yet,

destined to crumble with time. 

I’ve decided to no longer fight,

I’ll release what is no longer mine to keep.

So today, 

I bury my hands into the earth, 

eagerly working in the barren soil. 

My back turned to the fire.

Frantically digging for nothing but peace,

they stalk from the perimeter,

 and the bridges collapse.

Sometimes: You can find this story in the collection “Spectre of the Brocken: Halo for the Observer.”

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Ran Kime Writer
Ran Kime, a writer, poet, musician and recluse from New Hampshire, crafts abstract stories, flash fiction & poetry that probe the psyche. His collections include “Spectre of the Brocken: Halo for the observer” and “Way Past Tipsy & Other Silent Cries for Help”.