248. Turn-The-Clock (Myshkin, 2022) · other

How does it feel When I refuse To take-the-wheel? I wait-and-wait, Pretend-confused, Until too late. The scary part Is what might be In my-own-heart. Not-strong-enough To turn-the-tide, Call my own bluff. I’m stuck-and-safe, In chain-mail shells That scratch-and-chafe. Whose life is this? So small-and-frail, What did I miss? I need so much! One heart-to-heal, One soul-to-touch. Not long ago, I sang-and-laughed, With hope-and-flow. I was-was-not, Not good-or-bad, Not cold-or-hot. That life I knew Has slipped away Beyond my view. The memory fades, Familiar blah, Pull up the shades. Each stilted breath One dreary step Towards my death.