Poetry Month Celebration Day 6

I have been dealing with a lot of butt hurt from straight, white, cis males all morning. I was going to write a poem about that, and may, but for right now, time is too precious to waste on them.

Momentum

Slow
long
deep breath
curling in
filling my nostrils
with the musky scent of my sweat

I
wait
I watch
a little
as the time passes
ticking away so unloved

Time
is
a child
an orphan
often neglected
until we need something from it

Born
from
actions
and uncounted
pauses in between
it accelerates unbidden

Soon
though
it stops
no more days
no more lost minutes
second upon second crashing

Soon
though
we stop
crushed hard underneath
the avalanche of lost moments

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