Jan 17
Daily #17
Lost
Time is dark, you alone.
Quiet & treacherous.
Reaching for another
Draws time in to knots.
Is there a place for this?
A forgotten hallow.
Not for this, time is evil;
It smiles and winks,
Laughs & howls as it passes.
Not for this, time is not
the place for life.
Not as it stretches to its edges
the meager scrap it gives of its self.
It is not a place for children
but then they have a kinship with it.
They play & joke with time
before they know its true nature.
Time will hold you down,
collapse your bellows.
Time will fade in to the night,
& you will be lost.
And so we are forced:
Occupy your year, days & hours
An enemy will take them soon.
& time will be laughing
As it fades to night.
