Silence Driven

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 alive.

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