Entombed in the grave of time,
Dormant lies a sea of memories,
Murky, malevolent and undivine,
Deadens my soul with its horrendous chime.
As I recline to relish the forehead caressing breeze,
And savour the all embracing sunshine,
From underneath me I sense the vile toxicant seep,
Draining away all delirium and delight.
My knees go numb with dread,
My throat turns parched at its fiery sight,
As I turn to face my queasy past,
I can, but marvel at its might.
And despair.
What used to creep, now flows.
Who stood upright, now bows.
Amidst the chilling gurgling,
I can sense the numbness in my toes.
As its icy hand,
rips apart my conscience,
My eyes ask the world,
"WIll some help, you lend?"
Now choking, gasping, and buckling,
I stare into the apathetic, cold
eyes of the world.
As my past catches up with me,
Once more I am consigned,
To excruciating torment and agony,
I live a life vapid
But how I wish,
Death should have been mine.
