The bloodiest hands
Are those of time.
As it passes
And the seasons change,
All things age
And die.
You said that I looked different
And I told you I was free
Because now, after all this time
I’m focusing on me
Does time ever wish
That it could slow down
Even for a moment
Too?
I heard the whispers of gold
That rode on the breath of dawn
They were quiet
With their tickling breath
As i was sobered by the sun
A rumble in the fog
Tells me I am not alone.
Quickened breaths
Faster steps
I try to flee
What stalks me in the dark
But when the fog clears
I see an empty field
Where the weeds have grown
Unkempt
And i wonder how i am meant
To trust others
When i can barely trust
Myself
I'm back where I belong, it seems
By myself at last.
I tell myself it's what I need
But thoughts are coming fast.
I inhale lemon.
A sweet breath
That ushers in my sleep,
So then i waver
Into a state
Filled with nothing
Except the scent
Of tangerine dreams.
No mercy or kindness to be found
A horrible life to live
He asked for an extra cookie
Yet no cookie would they give
The boy wanted to color
The warden said, “Not today”
He wanted to leave, to escape
Just to go home and play
The inmates there were never kind
They stole snacks from him
And in the yard they played hide-n-seek
But he never seemed to win
Then after that, came naptime
A torture fit for hell
They forced him into unconsciousness
With music like a spell
He eagerly awaited the deafening ring
That called for his release
Then he would be at home again
Finally, at peace
Freedom.
I have dreamed of the word
But have always been uncertain
Of its meaning
Is it choice,
Or ability?
Or is it something in between?
I ask for freedom
But wonder
Which side of the bars
I see
Honesty comes easily
To everyone but me.
I time my words with the waves
And hope they'll get lost at sea.
As a liar and a fraud,
I understand deceit
Yet crave it more than truth
So it is all I seek