How Impatience Wrecks Havoc At My Door

The unchangeable feast of time assaults me once again –

fisting my mind; twisting my thoughts

til I know not where I am

once again.

The heaviness of time’s embodiment

chokes me;

suffocating what little breath of air I have left here

on this earth.

Remember me, dear stranger?

I was the wasted woman in rags

who you ignorantly trampled upon.

Oh, about say, one hour ago.

The last of my dying words were wrangled from this bitter cold.

I do not want to stay for another Winter’s day.

So, I fuse my lips

and make a deep roar from within my throat’s chamber –

and there I find,

that it armors me

to fight another round.

But I am not an ally to time, my friend –

I do not wish to converse with him.

In my dying hour,

in my last embrace from this rigid, disgusting life,

I repel the universe’s generosity

to extend my time here for even one more day.

This is my last hour.

This is my last frolic among earth’s menagerie –

and though a beauty is she,

I must nod my head

in a silent goodbye.

I will be noble.

I will be humble.

Do me a solid, sir,

if worth your while,

please –

shave a few seconds from my existing hour.

36,000 is too large for me to count

inside this jumbled mind.

Too long for me to wait, too, if you really must know.

My invisible suitcases are packed

as I vigorously await for that dull, stagnant, train

to reluctantly pull into the station.

My one hour is almost up.

And with my feet twitching on the platform of death’s door,

I step onto that last car –

and off I go sailing.