All these common hours
Have a theory
But, what does time
Really tell?
It brings the point closer
When we're all living
In hell.
Flashbacks are
A virtue
But,can also be
A sin.
The pain still burns
From within.
These glass walls close
The memories in.
Yet, this is the price
I will pay
Just to fade away.
But I will soon expire.
To them I am just
A grain of sand
Waiting to be
Washed away.
But, my secret is
That I, the lonely grain of sand,
Make up the glass
That keeps me in.
I am my own cage;
My combination unbreakable.
Will anyone let me out
During these common hours
While I still have air?