First Glance
Look,
he constantly fights his voices
that appeal to his darker day's,
the day's that were filled
by venom and unspeakable rage,
is he to lost to turn the page?
He opens his eyes
but forgets
to get on his knees and pray,
he sees things that most
cannot begin to fathom
or even ponder it's reality
of a new day...
Father Time is bound
and shackled
and lost in a cage.
I just wish the angels
would sing to him
instead of looking away
waiting for the wise man
to tell another lie
in another way.
He reaches for the depths
of the abyss
of his self conflicted
inflected isolated seclusion
that never makes a peep
just waits for him to fall asleep.
He lives with an eternal pain
that is hidden in plain sight
underneath his eternal rain,
spinning in a black circle
hopeful that in due time
tomorrow
he will find change.
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