Time's Mend

by Michaelw1two What thoughts have I, in mind against its grain; aware, but in shallowness dressed, humanity’s drain, drowns my spirit’s health; beside myself, of doubt filled dreams, my cries, my fears, my failures scream; from where I come, to there I roam, this room, now an empty, hollow tomb; my soul possess, my heart so stressed, beneath the surface, my tears regret; what life I’ve passed, what time I’ve left, to prove my best, my worth, my test; these means at hand, these doubts to mend, all time at once, an enemy and my friend; grief, beyond this hapless fate forlorn again, left to weep, to tremble, sigh, and bend; I lift my voice, my essence pleads time’s mend. Michael Darrell Walker Sunday Sept. 01, 2013