Broken Time III

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III

I composed a poem,
he drew a picture
artists as we were
the pencil markings are fading,
time bears my words in its bounded hands.

Profound sadness I feel
for the broken pieces of time
the clock is bleeding within
ever in silence and obedience
lure me on, to where God hides in shame.

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