…that last and last
same familiar view
a second stretches forever
it could have been a week
a month, a year, all the same
what matters is
every passing second
spend in this cell is
like a hell
a lifetime imprisonment
every second a torture
longing for freedom…
Drip, drip, drip in the reservoir of my mind
Scratch, scratch, scratch on the walls of my consciousness
Now you see it now you don’t playing hide and seek
Within grasp cannot catch, why it’s so elusive?
Run, run, run after it and fast
Maybe still there just around the corner waiting to surprise
Almost have the taste feeling the presence but nowhere in sight
Like the wind teasing the brain better to give up?
Oh, so near yet so far like a distant___ star?
Skip, skip, skip into nothingness resign, resign, resign…