TICKING AWAY
by Edward (the Limitless Poet) Taylor III
Time ticking away, bitterness pining at my day, exposing cracks of unresolved frustration & decay…
Time ticking away…
Eye’s bloodshot soaked with tears, glazed over with the cloak of depression;
If I knew the purpose it might relieve the pressure off my surface…
Time ticking away…
Worthless my efforts seem only if time I could redeem:
Only if I could open my chest & let my heart scream,
…HELP ME…
Would my cries be heard? or would tears drop like acid rain corroding all hope?
Time ticking away…
My futures in the distance, will someone teach me how to bring it into today,
To make it alive, to dispel the self lies…
“you can’t make it”
“you’ll fail”
Let the truth in me reply…
GO TO HELL;
Time ticking away…
The brightness of morning marks a new day;
Self speaks with truth language, gloom evaporates away & the showers of night lift;
A multicolored sign of promise bows in the sky, with hope renewed,
I now have strength to pursue & pursue I must cause…
time
is
still
ticking…