Surrender

The broken arrows of time pin me to the past

causing a suffocatingly sweet ache

the sweetness which stings and kills me

but the ache that plays with me and keeps me alive

I desperately seek shelter

to lick my purple wounds with a forked tongue

that beguiles with sepia toned future

while spinning multi hued tales of yore

I measure this pain in handfuls

that I bury feverishly in my chest

my coherent thoughts turning shambolic

I look up to the heavens for relief

the king of days, the sun

looks at me with disdain

the prince of nights, the moon

laughs at my predicament

the myrmidon stars look pityingly, as I lie prone

reminding me not to mess with time

so I allow time to mess with me.

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