Upon this time
In this time I am loud and seizing my moment.
I still find myself continuously tired of old jokes.
Spending each little laugh in bed alone.
The window has frost on it, getting colder by the
minute while I would stare in a disfunction.
An ocean stays still but only for the last time
but the ocean jumps out like a wild animal waiting
for the perfect attack. I try to tune out all my
surroundings but only to be surrounded once more.
My creative words have bubbled to my edges finally
erupting like a volcano that can not stop. The quiet
ghosts of the past have came back to haunt me.
When they finally pass I can still find there shadows
lurking in my mind from time to time. This time I have
yet to be with someone. Time has lasted more than
enough for me and I will still be here tomorrow.
When time hits I will be upon the world this time
while the clock keeps ticking.