Time.
Fleeting glances:
every moment perfect, precious.
But there is no control.
No telling when the sand
in the hourglass will freeze mid-dance.
No warning, no witness.
The clock waits not for me
in the jail cell of my mind.
Pain.
Cascading waves:
every breach stabbing, striking.
Hurt emanates from every pore
and combines with Father Time
in raucous laughter.
The battle lost.
The clock waits not for me
in the jail cell of my mind .
Fear.
Magnanimous demons
follow me: jeering, jesting.
Encompassed in a cloud
of sorrow and misery,
the devil holds the reins.
When will control be mine?
The clock waits not for me
in the jail cell of my mind.
Regret.
Wishful hallucinations.
Lost dreams teasing, taunting.
A coruscation
fulfills illusory visions.
Will I ever be free?
Or will time stay an enemy?
The clock waits not for me
in the jail cell of my mind.
The tar has filled what used to be
little glimpses of sunshine
in the jail cell of my mind.