Fate

Fate hangs over me like a moonless waterfall of night engulfing everything taking nothing but time I remember when I was 10 years old and breathed a carefree life time was but a secret I couldn’t tell that I buried in youthful exhalation in a seamless horizon of dapper dreams folded neatly in empty dresser drawers And now there is a clock in every room whispering in fading memories telling me I can’t escape the hands on my face the ticking truth of glass that in 20 years I’ll be old and gray But my parents don’t have 20 years their time is running out like the resolve in their fragile bones breaking on the concrete steps of winter buried somewhere beneath the marrow of life Yet we don’t dare speak those truths because pain dampens eyes and washes away hope which I will need to see one last sunrise before fate finds that 10 year old boy