Your bones
Cling still
To that wall.

A forever scene
Of your
Last stand.

The colour of time.
A pale reminder

That you tried

To climb higher
Than anyone

Is allowed.


Tethered to Time

The music is from
Another time.
One which i am not
Allowed to know.
Yet believe that
It was so much more
Beautiful than this,
Which i find
Myself tethered to,
Hearing a distant voice
Trapped in the nowhere,
Luring me desperately
Backward to something,
I am not allowed
To ever know.