Time is not my friend
it is a foe
that cruelly mocks
the fate
of those who cannot escape

Time entwines itself around the soul
like a noose cutting
off the flow

It pulsates into
slow misery, fast joy
time marches on
with out care, concern, or prisoners

It mimics
the fragility of human minds
as the disease
that is age
ravages the brain

At long last
a phantom memory
flits to life
a smell that is not there
and a taste that
---has no meaning