Portrait of Bleeding Colors
The tide took away grain after grain,
Quietly building,
My palace of pain.
On my bed of death,
I will sob uncontrollably,
For I lived so far beneath-
Beneath the eyes of freedom,
I encaged myself,
In a mansion of madness, my sole destroying kingdom.
Gradually the thief of time destroyed all personality,
He creepily crept through the walls of my mind,
Stealing away all of gorgeous individuality.
Leaving me with a reel of what I lost.
What I never did,
Covering my tombstone with layers of dusty frost.
For I let it run away from my loose grip,
I wasted my allowance,
Before my helpless blue eyes, I let it quietly slip.
Moments sprinted off into the distance,
Cursing my memories,
Diluting my temporary existence,
Days flew like birds away from my grasp,
Collecting layers of dust,
Were the words unsaid, words I could not clasp.
Sitting in the heat of the day,
Watching before my very eyes,
As each sacred moment slipped away.
Staring at the sky, as it slowly caved in,
Reaching for hope,
Praying to start this all again.
Amorphous Thief
He snatches moments before our very eyes,
And does not care in the slightest,
leading to my utter demise.
With each particle of sand that falls,
A small piece of me shutters violently,
Praying that the moment stalls.
I waited on an epiphany to reveal itself,
One that would teach me how to reverse the tick,
Instead it pushed my sanity onto a higher shelf.
Longing for the future, forgetting the past,
Leaving my empty vessel with nothing,
Just a vast, desolate impasse.
They teach you to read, write, and critically think,
But what they do not teach,
Is how important it is never to blink.
Begging the thief to go away for a while,
Please you whisper,
Let me savor this hour.
My life dwindles, slipping through my fingers,
Capturing my soul,
Where only sobbing regret lingers.
No one warns you of what is to come,
The pain of remembering the past,
How it makes you feel numb.
My pillow is soaked,
Soaked with feeling of long gone youth,
Taken by a greedy man, a man invisibly cloaked.
The concept, phenomena, the utmost power,
As I ponder the depths of him,
Runs away another hour.
A single tear falls from my wrinkled face,
Knowing I lived,
At an unbelievably fleeting pace.
The amorphous thief stole away so many years,
Leaving me white nothing,
Only confirming my deepest fears.
This is stunning
So beautiful