Prison

[Wolf]

Prison

...for April



A silent room and empty bed,

    echoing halls where dust lies...

Seconds become minutes,

            minutes become hours--an oppressive

                    limbo of massive time--

    and the room becomes a prison



Somewhere, a fly buzzes,

    its flight marked by discordant rasp

        of tiny laboring wings,

            and it too senses the ebb of time;

        the stifling ebb of time

                known only to those alone...



Sleeping, I escape--

    and the future merges rapidly with dawn...

But, in the stillness of night,

        I turn, reaching,

            searching for you,

                finding only emptiness



--and the massive mantle of time

    descends once again...



                 © T. GhostWolf Davidson, November 25, 1974

[bloodredtears]

wonderful wonderful piece here...much enjoyed it...this is my fav:

finding only emptiness--and the massive mantle of time descends once again...

[SilverEyes]

I too know the painful passage of time. You explained it quite well, nice write.