Time

A poem

Robin Christine Honigsberg
The Lark
Published in
2 min readMar 28

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A wooden hourglass filled with blue sand half on top and half on the bottom resting on small rocks, leaning to the right.
Photo by Aron Visuals on Unsplash

My internal struggle strangles me
a little more each day,
pieces of my heart
embrittling into fragments,
into sand,
into dust,
until ultimately the passing of time
disintegrates it entirely.

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Robin Christine Honigsberg
The Lark

Author of “Dysfunctional Me.” Sensitive eccentric. 3x OD survivor. Top Writer in Reading. Medium Editor of “AYOT” Pub.