Flames engulf the hands
of father time -
i lose my place,
while injecting shadows,
darkness spills across my space-
when the demons whisper,
i collapse another vein-
The voices scream incessantly,
again --
to kill the pain...
reality now falls
into the void,
within my soul,
spirits chanting
in the
never
wait to pay the toll...
stripes begin to swirl,
and glow-
within the tainted spell,
temptation rising
from this
spiral
locks me in a cell...
Sand has turned away
from father time,
inside this realm-
Seconds become centuries --
as madness guides the helm...
my glass of whiskey
wasted
As i crawl across the floor,
i try to mend the pieces
but they break
Apart before...
Shackled to my sentences,
i scratched into the stone-
i cannot return until the voices are gone...Sinning Poet Tree
About the Creator
Ron Walker
Ron Walker is published in two anthologies, "dandelion in a vase of roses" and 'NY literary magazine' "Awake" anthology... Pen name is beau jeep and will be published in "tears" in NY literary magazine. ..
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