Labor – Labor – Labor
I’m a slave to myself,
brought back to reality by none.
Like a souvenir on a shelf,
I see my memories staring back at me
Live – Live – Live
By what creed do I live?
Whatever grips me longer.
Lord I beg you, please forgive
Only to love me when I’m sober.
Breath – Breathe – Breathe
Like the chime of a clock that says I need to stay alive,
or open the sky and beckon me to die.
Silence – Silence – Silence
Nothing comes and nothing will.
I’m dying still.
I will not rest.
I must go on.
The silence calms me, makes me strong.
Poem by: Justin Time
Photo by: Justin Time