Rust if Time
rust
clinging at my eyes
eating away
as I linger in space
not moving, but time
a gentle breeze
passing through my ears
un seen in passage
yet it collects in that rust
blinding me
the world gone black
a void hovers in my mind.
alas I can see,
to my horror,
I can see.
age has settled on those lost
in a carried breeze,
lofted away upon sands
slowly buried
until they suffocate
cries muffled.
rust
it corrods me
joints locked in agony.
sight is pain,
sound is pain
as those I once cherished
erode from a breeze
that doesn't affect me.
those horrible screams
all night, I hear them
as they anguish from
dark swirls of void
in which they twirl
agonies as they die.
rust
in my lungs
breathing is a chore
but I must endure
to witness hell
as into me is bored
the script enacted
of a tragedy old.
or new,
time has become irrelevant
suffering inevitable
and in my torture
I learned.
pain is the 5th plane
perpendicular with time,
parallel with mine,
I sit on the axis.
and with the close of my eyes
time dies in the cold, vast void
where I lie for...
why nothing remains.
6/10/23
RadioactivePoetry 