Timeless Days
I feel it again
the flow of time
going around me and
returning the life I once
thought gone.
Strange how I forgot
about the movement of
the clock hands
the sun’s lonely travels through the ocean blue sky
and the comforting songs of starlight that night orchestrates.
In its wake was the madness that
grew and bloomed
to leave my mind
strangled in rose thorns
piercing my grey matter
with unnatural desires.
But a night of
not taking my cure
shows me the fertilizer
of my storm of thorns
was just a small white pill.
That clouded my world
to be only in
a void where hours,
minutes,
seconds,
were just whispers of
yesteryears.
In these halls where time seems endless
I found a clock
in a room with locks.
It is there where I will find my freedom
and start at square one.
Back to the beginning,
and bathe in the light
that is simply known as
Time.
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