Innocence

 

There is a time in life when we believe things to make sense

A time in our lives that is colored by our youth and innocence

A moment when we know not the difference between wrong or right

A moment when we fear the darkness and reach for safety of the light

A span of our lives when we believe all the words that we hear

A span in our lives when we think those we love will always be near

Then comes an instance when the innocence is torn apart

In that instance we lose the love we have through holes in our heart

We are forced to see the truths about the world in which we live

A world that feeds off of the good-natured and all that they give

A world built upon the blood of the naive and their dreams

A hell forged through depraved sinners tirades and screams

There is a time when we believe things to make sense

A time when we are blinded to the truth by our ignorance

Time

 Only moments have passed since our lips last parted.

Yet it feels as if a life time has passed between those agonizing moments.

I began missing you before we had even spoken our good byes.

I find myself losing count between the seconds from the minute I last gazed upon you

and the seconds I count until my gaze is captivated upon you once more.

Time bares no weight when the time I am measuring is the time without you.

The hands tick and beat louder than a drum as I stare at the clock on the wall.

I can no longer tell my heartbeat apart from the incessant ticking of the hands.

Each second becomes an hour and each hour drags on to be a week.

I lose all grasp of where things begin and where they come to an end.

I navigate the cracks in time in hopes to find a quicker way to you but to no avail.

I struggle to move to you as quickly as a light illuminating a dark hall.

I raise my thumb out in hopes to catch a ride on a ray of sunlight that may carry me to you.

I close my eyes in hopes that sleep will ease the suffering of time.

Yet nothing soothes the burn of the time when longing for you.