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Rhys Lawson

My name is Rhys Lawson, I am 15 years old and I enjoy photography, writing and music. I live in Mid-Wales in an area which has so much beauty and yet so little access.

Time Is Short                                                                   

There’s a word,

I can feel it in the winds,

Cold gatherings.

Frost where footprints,

Lay in frozen holes.

The air sings for

The world, as it ends

It’s slow orbit in

Motion to succumb to

Commotion of pollution, mankind.

Whispers breath like drop

In temperature, there’s a

Presence here, tap

On my shoulder

Blade in my back, dark demon.

A screaming in the hills,

That rattles my bones, of the

Mountain sickness, when the

Sprites wake up, to their

Animation among the nation.

Paintings on the walls run

Down forbidden

Passages, as the word

Seeps, like the spring running

Into a current.

The word

Is

Time.

So little of that

Affects so much,

Popular among my population,

Mad max phrasing,

Time is short.  

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