posted on Dec, 15 2021 @ 02:13 PM
Tis the Cold season now .
Time holds a grasp like cold bars inching closer on all sides making me feel like some wild thing .
My mind is a Child and I play carefree dancing on the edge of all imagined , Time is a faraway memory of a Friend I have not yet made .
Days pass by as I watch the lights fade from my fathers eyes and he lies to me hiding the dark of days to come , I saw not his wisdom as a Child that
I now embrace as a Man .
I feel my fathers eyes behind my own , I live my life by thoughts of light and days of dark . My mind matured by war and shattered by loss of love .
Now as Man time is fleeting , what once was a month to a year now in my Mind those years pass by as though they were months .