those whispers
of slipping time
the redness of
those swollen eyes
enchanted tickling
of the midnight sky
time for truths now
no time for lies
the hour strikes
older i grow
a wishless smile
for truths i know
that priceless gift
gift of the day
the moment of pain
pain and dismay
incrimating me of
things i never did
accusing me of
thoughts i never hid
phlegmatic soul
i never was
secluded sedated
by and large
end of disgrace
end of belief
a new dawn
a sense of relief
the birthday gift
end of my exile
time to rethink
and wait a while
