Does your structure inhibit
the meaning

Does a smile work to cover your
  pain

Does today mean much less
  than tomorrow

Are your messages forever
  the same

Do you write before feelings
  have woken

The letters pretty, in cursive
  review

When your words leave the pulpit,
  unspoken

Do you retreat to the very
  last pew

Is there refuge as darkness
  encroaches

Locking windows where the sun
  used to shine

Is your format now holding
  you captive

And a victim,
—the prisoner of time

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)