Reclaiming My Time

Reclaiming my time

18 years spent wasting away
I’m a lost scavenger every new day
Time spent searching desperately
For new eyes to help me see
The key that will lock away the disease
I’ll probably never live a life at ease

Reclaiming my time

Time spent running around
When I should have stayed sound
To drift into space I am bound
I wasted all my chances I found

Reclaiming my time

Time spent hiding myself
In a lonely closet
upon the highest shelf
Only fear and lost memories I own
I’m left here suffocating being so alone

Reclaiming my time

Time spent hurting others
When I needed a friend
The cycle of anger and guilt
Is an awful trend
Until I come to terms
It will never end

Reclaiming my time

Time spent trying to get me fixed
In the process locking me away
Killing off what was left of me
While others got to laugh and play
They were looking for a cure
The pills have done a job on me I’m sure

Reclaiming my time

Time spent being left out
Everyone has their clique
They don’t know what I’m about
I’m just a ghost
But I still grieve the most
On the inside I died
That something my shades can’t hide

Reclaiming my time

Time spent watching my family break
My father lost inside his own dark world
He often said he lived in hell
My parents split, the household fell
I never knew my dad when he was well

Reclaiming my time

One day I’ll cross over
To the other side
My days were short
But God I tried
The angel said
“You're here too early, that such a crime.”
I said “All I’m doing his reclaiming my time

Copyright © | Year Posted 2019



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Date: 2/3/2019 8:45:00 AM
Yes yes and yes. I enjoyed reading this 1. Reclaiming time is on the top of my priority list now, thanks
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Date: 2/2/2019 2:17:00 AM
Time spent creating this poem was certainly not wasted. The painful emotions you re-create with your words will call out to many others in difficult situations.
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