Time is always catching up to me
Doesn’t anyone understand how hard it can be
They always say
Get your head out of the clouds
And your heart out of the dark
Don’t they understand how hard it can be
Of course they don’t
Cause they aren’t me
They don’t understand how hard it can be
With time always catching up on me
Was it agony of love?
It's hard to tell
I get caught up
imagining that poetry
becomes an apparition
to test the water
I'm through the gates
to the slaughter.
The water wasn't above my head
when I first started wading
it's not complements we're trading
we're driving each other into the dirt
inflicting new measures of hurt.
Because this is the human psyche
the way it's always played out.
I'm too tired for anyone to try me.
The cold had long since started creeping into his bones
marrow into ice
flesh into frost
as he waited.
For what he didn't know
there was no other place to go
with only one certainty
that his days were numbered.