My unsent poems

end of time

In this cell I've been waiting
without knowing the sentence
Without knowing the time
that time heals all wounds has turned out to be but a blatant laughing stock by the ones outside

It's at this very moment
I am sure that time is real,
for I've been yearning for it to release me
circles, it's going in circles
along with a ticking sound
they birth this mocking rhythm

Time, a stubborn entity that just won't move towards me so the hurt can't escape the pores of my beaten body

so let me rot
just let me rot
in a cell of the end of happiness
in a cell with no end of time
let my pores inflate
let me not escape
let me forever wonder when my watch will stop
knowing well it never could