Time is against me

Time has lost her beauty.
That glittering, alluring, essence that pulls us forward.
The past brought life.
The present brought love.
What I see from the future is grief.

Time is against me in every way.
She wanted my life.
I refused to give it.
She wanted my love.
I would not hand it over.
She wanted my grief.
I finally gave in.

She said she would give me more.
More to live for.
More to love for.
In turn I was to give up myself.

She took it all.
The pain, hatred and grief.
She kept her promise.
I was given all I bargained for.

At first all I knew was relief.
It gradually turned into joy.
Joy of no longer feeling.
Feelings had all but gone.

Slowly I started to feel drained.
As time went on I felt even more emptied.
Time had kept her bargain.
I had emptied myself of everything.

Time is against me.
For I cannot move.
I gave myself away.
To a cruel and unusual punishment.

Time is against me.
She laughs at my horror stricken face.
Unable to respond to my surroundings.
All feelings have been taken away.

Cast aside to a corner.
As one would throw away an old toy.
Not one knows I still exist.
An empty shell in an equally empty house.

Time has forgotten her victim.
Moving on to play a new game.
Being careless in her actions.
Unknowing the final results.

A spark slowly wavers.


Copyright 2009 Lauren Hall ©
As a smile emerges from within.