A Prisoner of Time

'Time heals all wounds'

Please tell me more

I've spent too much time attempting

To heal these relentless scars

So tell me, tell me

Where is the end?

'Time waits for no one'

It has no heart, no sympathy for those in suffering

I can't do this by myself

So tell me, tell me when

I've grown so impatient 

I see her in my dreams,

The stars, my night sky,

My every thought, even the air that I breathe

So tell me, tell me

When will she just disappear?

Haunted by a ghost on every hall I walk

Eyes lock and I remember

Why I risked everything I had

Because she's what I need

What I've always needed

If Time heals all wounds

Please tell me when it will heal mine

I'm locked in a waiting room watching for the day

When I'm no longer tormented by my own thoughts

So tell me, please tell me

When will time set me free?

Author's Note

Not sure if I like this one but let me know what you think

Reviews

[Rick Stassi]

Unless we can move beyond what we agonize over, we can become prisoners of our own angst. When this occurs, time seems like it stands still and entraps us. Is it time that sets us free? Or is it our ability to forgive ourselves and move on with clear conscience? I have only been able to find this solution in Jesus.

Your poem asks the questions many ask and you have done a good job with it :)

[caseymichelle31]

Yes, that is a good point and thank you sir :)

[Stefanie Holmes]

I really like this one Casey! I thought it was excellent. I liked the play on sayings based on 'time'.

~Stefanie

[caseymichelle31]

Thank you very much! :)

[Tai Ryens]

This reminds me of Phantom of the Opera, and I adore that play to bits. I certainly like this and the illustrations your words portray, the sheer haunting of someone trapped in memory, and the general anxiety beheld by the fear of aforementioned someone escaping and being able to clutch onto you.
Time might not heal all wounds, and you've said it wonderfully.

[Brittany Zedalis]

People always say that time heals all wounds, but it sure doesn't feel like it sometimes, does it? This poem is really, really good. I'm pretty sure it's my favorite that you've written.

[Madalyn Beck]

It is difficult to move forward from such pain and heartache. You did a great job expressing this. My favorite lines were these:

"I'm locked in a waiting room watching for the day
When I'm no longer tormented by my own thoughts"

Great work! :)

[caseymichelle31]

Thank you Madalyn