Nothing can ever be done
To stop
To slow
To turn back
Time
No matter how you long
To live in those moments
No matter how far
You try to reach beyond
Time cannot and will not be frozen
Feeling the oxygen
Being sucked from the room
When the door slams shut
Your time suddenly up
Left alone
Drowning in a whirlpool of reality
While floating on a sea of fantasy
Made of your own creation
As the clock ticks mockingly
And all you can do is wait
Spinning out of control
…..and wait
Feeling yourself unravel
……………And Wait
Coming completely undone
…………………….AND WAIT
©2011 Jill Terry
Wordsmith Extraordinaire 
“Two feet away,
Standing by…
I heard you come,
I heard you cry…
And then the moment went
I am still standing now,
Two feet away,
While you find me…”
In a sort-of a surrealist autowriting frenzy, the first thoughts that came to me when I read this post.
Beautiful!
(The words, and more so the blog, visually…)