Shackled

Watch-band, a shackle
On my wrist, pressing on veins
Blood slows with age

The clocks just serve to remind
That we are all bound by time.


A sort of companion piece for my previous poem, 'Sandstorm'.

I think when I wrote this, I was subconsciously thinking of my upcoming birthday. Ulp!

I've been calling this kind of poem a 'waka', though I think it is actually called a 'tanka'. Sorry.