The Thief: Time

Of all the thieves and crooks I’ve encountered, time is by far the WORST. It steals memories, people and even places. In my case time has trapped me in an iron cage of remorse and regret. My arms are tied tightly behind me and I cannot move forward or back.

It is a prison that I never imagined and can barely endure. It has made me physically sick and emotionally broken.

How do I get it back, any of it?

The regret over what I could not know haunts me.
The thought of what may be coming won’t allow me to rest.

All I have and all I am is in this box.
Petrified, day after day.

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