Once

Their clamouring voices still resonate Clear as day, how I yearn to go back When time was coloured to give it more weight Each hour a bright tint to keep me on track Did I know the hours could lose their hue? Suffocate me in glutenous grey goo? Back then a tool to keep me on cue Now seeps through walls and in piles accreue Tears, laughter, and never going to bed Time was so light then, so easily spent Ignoring even my illness so spread Till I was left or was it me that went? Once I was a mother, alas no more I have lost my voice but inside I roar. 3 september 2020