serving time
By Taunting The Reaper
so subtle are the handcuffs of time
that I hardly recognized their binding effect
the hands of a clock
are hands on my wrists
and before I catch my footing
I’m caught in the present
locked into this one, unfamiliar road
the road less traveled
is a road for the mighty
but I’m not mighty
sometimes I’m just driftwood
headed for shores unknown
headed for truths unknown
headed for it
but not ready
and when was I ever ready?
when did I stumble into this policy
of uncertainty?
how often does the light of day
discourage the soothing dreams of night?
every day
and every day after that day
these shackling certainties are difficult
to reflect on
so I stare carelessly into the mirror
to find someone serving time
and yet hoping it’s not me
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Copyright 2012 Taunting The Reaper
Published on Friday, December 28, 2012.
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On Friday, December 28, 2012, FadedBlues
(2168) wrote:
...the painful truth: the calender marks us...
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On Friday, December 28, 2012, dwells
(4284) wrote:
More of us underground than above ground, you have joined the club of the imprisoned on this mortal coil, if but for a while - cheers!