Must Be Paid In Time

A barrage of raw emotion The onset proves, acute It’s a radiating motion Abstract at the root Shrouded by unyielding fog Challenging a fleeting breath Held hostage by my grueling thoughts Pale skin resembles death I splash my face and wring my hands Committed to disposal My demons are denied a chance No treaty or proposal But, as with grief and mourning Sacrifice must precede The journey proves forlorning Precious time, I’ll surly bleed