Slipping through my fingers

the hours toss a fortune

filled with illusion

with memories of fine tune

unraveling secrets

of people who passed

their words engraved in silence

into stillness to last

 

A foul play time does act

trapping the mind in delusional fact

ticking fast

when the heart pace is slow

and creeping slow

with the heart ticking fast

 

For hours I prepare

to host the awaited time

at the hollow space

my eyes stare

accomplices in the fatal crime

of destined humanity

in search for eternity

out of this ephemeral chain

all my power to drain

hour by hour

the time I devour

doubles the numbing pain.

Thursday, April 6, 2017