Time is a treacherous thing. Destructive. An enchantress. Slowly killing you, while leaving you asking for more. Time does not cause the pain in your heart to fade. It sinks deep into your soul. Hiding. Festering. Waiting for the opportune moment to reemerge when it can do the most harm.Time allows you to become vulnerable again. It makes you think you’ll finally be okay.
Just when you relax again, when your walls begin to crumble, that’s when it happens. It’s like a gunshot in the night. You wake, breathless and confused. Looking down to see the blood seeping through your clothes. We never see it coming. Distracted by change and hope and promise. Time has led me to the edge of this cliff. Tricked me. Taunts me. Only allowed to leave on Time’s terms? After being tortured and maimed and fragmented, you are free to go? I will not let you have me, Time. I’m not yours to take.
Death, however, you are a different story. I gently place my hand in yours, accepting your invitation. A dance I know I initiated. You allow me a glimpse into the life I would have had, before casting me into the blackness. A dark world, full of mourning and tears that sear scars upon my face. Ashes and Blood. Tears and Death. This could be a trick of the mind. An illusion created to seduce me into surrendering.
A decision needs to be made. Everyone is waiting, watching. Do something. Make a choice. Time’s mockery haunts my thoughts. Death’s hand, so comforting and alluring, is outstretched, waiting for me. The audience is waiting. A decision needs to be made.
4 comments
Poetic beauty and oh so true.. I’ve had a good couple of months but things are crumbling again. the meds only made me myself again, but now i am reminded that “myself” pisses people off and loses jobs. Only a matter of time before i am fired and everything turns to shit again.
Poet a tree. Is just fuckin word’s. It gose down.
In batman we get up. Some how. Why.?
Show how why. Or die. Full. So what.