time is your only enemy and the minutes put their hands around my throat,
strangling me, the bruises aching beneath their grip, my gasps holding under their spell
I know they won’t stop, and I like it, my soul in anarchy against their control
courage,
my stomach heaves in anticipation of the next blow,
I’m able to stop it but I can’t,
trapped in the shackles of my own anxiety and trepidation,
my wrists rubbing raw, I regret every attempt of escape
I want you to help me, point me in the right direction, hand me a key,
but I know you won’t come
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