TIME RUNS OUT

Locked away in your poison cabinet
Are those thoughts never knowingly revealed.
Where they came from nobody will ever know.
No matter who tries to storm your ramparts,
Your impregnable castle remains safe.
The only way anyone gets access,
Is those times when you leave your drawbridge down.
Poe like imps and tricksters hide in corners,
Ready to whisper fake thoughts to beguile
You into morose, and pain filled, actions.
Don’t want to be part of your domesday book,
Nor caught up in your hurtful sideways look,
Sit by your open fire, live in your past,
Rewrite history, as life flies by fast.
Miss out on good times, the laughter and fun,
You’ll never know as backwards you run.
Time runs out,
Time runs out,
Now is now,
Then was then.
Time and again,
Time is up,
Clocks run down,
Time…runs….out.

Harry Rogers In the Yellow Room, 31st July 2021.