Darkness Within Time

Darkness Within Time Many a man thinks of many constitutions That he wants only a simple reason To which he can make any restitutions In any circumstance to surpass in every season. Having known full throttle he’d think of wanting to drink Among in his thoughts, so he wonders if only one could finish off without sync His head may become like a pounding endless hammer He then reaches for another for he need not even wonder. Fool said I, he’s only hiding his weariness of pain How can he relinquish her face outside of his mind? How can he not see how the drink is only his endless piece of grain? Of sanity smallest excrement to the guileless of impurities well kind. He then now walks as in the darkness of time His soul has been fighting an endless game that he doesn’t know That he has been walking in a darkened lot where there’s minimal crime He’ll then fly on home where in the distance there as he must go. Written: 2/3/15 Yvonne De Carlosa