Butchering seconds, minutes, hours.
Irrepressible consciousness sours.
Cognizant of that which cannot be reclaimed,
Echoes all that which I am ashamed.
The cryptic mysteries to sentences of life,
Keeps away sandman, theft in the night.
Torment over all greatest fears,
In pursuit of narration as though pioneers.
The anger, the rage, the desperation that burns,
Becomes unresolved as the audience adjourns.
As day breaks into the next, and we hit repeat,
The years coarse over my flesh without skipping a beat.
Disconcerting rationale scraps all wisdom, leaving me unprepared.
I surrender to the Grim Reaper and hit refresh on the next game of Solitaire.
Aug 15, 2022
Aug 15, 2022 at 3:13 AM UTC