time is running out
tripping, dripping off the
hands of a clock
sprung with
hopelessness and this
despair I feel
cannot be real
it can’t be a living
changing thing with
a cold hand
around my throat
ticking and choking
suffocating, asphyxiating
the life I had
caught in a web
tied to a bed
trapped and held down
and smothered by
not of change
but fear of
staying exactly the same
and I can’t feel you
any more I wonder
where did you go?
heel on my heart
beating, retreating
don’t leave me
bleeding here
crying, gasping
make it quick
this death
this dying this cruel
deciding meted
out by a demon
dressed as love.

8 thoughts on “Crushed

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