The juggernaut let me so easily thru
He said "No problem...
It’s the direction in which time always grew."
"Thanks a lot Sir. I’ll only be a short while"
I said into a smirk of charming beguile
Then... Then He understood
Something I, only too late, would:
The trip’s brutally inherent dispossession
Dropping me into the darkest depression.
Left to cry in a gelid, alabaster hollow
Freezing in the slopping gel of my own sorrow
So now I’m left bereft and jaded
My desire for another love has faded
"Time travels in only one way,
Things fall apart," did He say?
Reason for writing:
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