Prisoner Of Time

Does your past

inhibit the meaning


Does a smile work

 to cover your pain


Does today lie in wait

for tomorrow


Your messages cleft,

forever the same


Do you write before feelings

have woken


The letters pretty, in cursive



When your words leave the pulpit



Do you retreat to the very

last pew


Taking refuge,

as twilight approaches


All windows shuttered,

any truth to mime


Those orphaned moments

 to hold you captive


And a victim

—the prisoner of time


(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)

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