There is a time limit
for everything
so why..
are these daggers
continuously
aimed at my heart?

If I had the power
to do so -
then I would forever
stay in the moment
where I am most at peace.

Yet, the 24 hour cycle is nearly over
and I will have to face it
so that I can unravel
once more
a crumbled mess
upon the cold kiss of the ground.

Our hearts bleed open
and they close up
for the mightiest
to once again
barge through, uninvited.

Our minds replay several scenarios
before they shut down,
for rest to come
to once again
bring along a head-piercing pain.

Our hands tremble
and they clench into fists,
for the gentle
to once again -
pry at our yearnings.

There is a time limit
of 24 hours on the clock
incidents will repeat
and people will change
but these daggers
will forever be aimed
at our silly, but lovely hearts.