Numbers (Original)

Poetry By: Erick Flores
Original Photography by: Mikael Svensson
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Laying in bed I am constantly reminded

Of the things that I will never accomplish.

Repeating in my mind that I have lost

The time that always travels swiftly, timely.

I know it will pass again soon enough

Before I am able to place the pieces;

You see, they were carefully scattered.

Where will this take me; yesterday’s future?

I never bothered repeating the same;

The numbers left scars there, before.

As the clock strikes, and marks the hour

I rise; forgiving the numbers, and thrive.


-Erick Flores
From November 11, 2011