Time and time again
We pick and we choose
Those we feel will heal
The hole
A gaping, monstrous thing
Oozing feelings
Turning them to ash until
There is nothing left
But the dark gray bleakness
Then we are stuck
With the Good and the Bad
Memories of the past
invading in the night
As the wind howls through
The cracked windows
Ripping us from a pitiful slumber
Time passes like nothing
Time slows for no one
And yet we still hope
Still cast ourselves upon the ground
Kneel until our blood gushes red
In hope that our struggle will add
More time to love, to laugh
More time for the ticking clock
Time will wait for no one
Yet we still try
Time and time again
M.R. Divine-----
