If Time heals all wounds,
then what heals the passage of time?
No longer does a second take
when a wound is fresh in the mind.
The minutes and the hours,
even the days seem to rest still.
Time paces itself to my memories
with an unrelenting will.
Devoured by my agony,
consumed in disbelief.
Yet, Time’s hands still hold steady,
offering no solace, no relief.
Confined to the prison walls
that Time has locked me in;
While it contently strolls along
and decides when my parole will begin.
-A. Amos
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