Friday, December 4, 2015

I belong somewhere else

I can't turn back the clock
And do things over
I cannot relive moments
Where I failed
Those sins mock me
Daily
But I can live better
Daily
By learning from them
Yet
The fact that I can't go
And make things better
Haunts me
And I know
The past is dead
My days grow short
And my flesh grows old
My dreams die
And my hopes grow cold
All I can do
Is wait for you
To throw open
The doors
Of my prison



















“The world is a prison in which solitary confinement is preferable.”― Karl Kraus