Time Stolen
Time waisted, spent sweating, to be
rewarded with tears & ultimately
blood. Time waisted, bashing my head
then gifted with unacceptance
instead. Time spent unintentionally
confined to a grey gloom, wishing to
rewind to chase other fears. Time
passed that can’t be repaid. Pain dealt
that can’t be repaired. Hurt that will
never be resolved.
Yes! Been there. This is what time used to be like for me.
Great poem.