sometimes I go back in time
and see things as they once were
but I can't anymore
I've ran out of space
the world has stopped spinning
the moon stopped glowing
the sun stopped burning
the animals mute
the ocean waves silent
cold shrewd darkness creeping up my neck
with no one to guide me
outside of this pit
so I tread and I carry through
in hopes of what awaits will bring peace
but I know what's waiting
it's the past.
in all of it's makeup
every stroke of the pen
every sentence I've muttered
my entire life's work
in the blink of an eye
grimace and bear it
take it all in
plunge into that darkness
soak in it's danger
breathe deep sighs of relief
let go of the future
quench your remains.
