Whilst I lay my cold body on the dewed grass,
I looked up to the deep, vast sky.
I can feel the icy breeze against my soaked skin; us
Is a word that caught my eye.
Confused; I asked Apollo for an answer–
“Time,” he spoke, “Then thou shall be known of truth”;
I mulled o’er the words and– wander
Off to somewhere, but only felt ruth.
Thousands of uncertainties
Filled this empty hourglass of time;
“Have you not heard my pleas?”
All I could mutter in your entirety sublime.
Forbid the sorts of your unrelenting veneer,
I must end this mask of feign kinship, unruly ties;
Only now did I know you have your leer,
How I wish– the world could hear my cries.
Jaded fears and cold-hearted sentiments,
I yearn for these things to be unwritten,
For I know words will be lost and aren’t always meant,
But in my heart you’ll never be forgotten.