Damnit, Boy.

Every day was a step away

back from your name,

and here I find myself right back

where I started,

A sweet little choke on the letters

I forgot spelt your name.

Your song

Always struck a chord

A few levels deeper than I wanted it to.

Three words in and I’m back to where I started,

A hook right through me

every word

drawing me in.

Chains

You can’t lie.

That hamper in your proud stance

is the chain that holds you down,

keeps you back.

Don’t you know,

I see your burden?

Every link is a line

in your brow,

aching to be smoothed away,

Lifted.

A step,

and your neck creaks

with the weighted layers of steel.

I want to run,

Break each layer for you,

Fix you.

Time, sand and sleep.

Sleep screams at me

each syllable is another lost minute;

Hour.

Shadowing the space above me,

neglecting,

taunting,

a cruel master I drag myself back to,

the whipped puppy,

tail between the legs.

Every

Minute

Ticks

Away.

Faster, faster,

Slowing, slower.

My eyes turn to sand,

each grain
falling when I blink,

in tune with the seconds slipping over me,

time dragging itself by.

The clock lies.