We struggle against time. Time struggles against us.

Imperiled -
I stand upon the precipice
     no way to move forward
a cliff behind
Urgently -
I yelp for rescue
     I strain to find a way
Up, Down, Sideways
is no luxury for me
     enemy to my thoughts
always pressing ahead
     hot breath on my neck
Fangs dripping Death
     to many memories
The Past -
cowers in a corner
     like shadows run from light
but my courage persists
     I will Fight
I choose to stand, not crawl
The Tempest -
will break
     upon my back
staggering, I will survive
and in TIME
emerge newly splendid

The End

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