Passing Time

Poison coursing through every vein,
Reaching the heart, slowing every beat.
Thoughts, memories and dreams pour from the brain,
Tear drops fall to the ground like snow at the feet.

Steady hands fumbling through the pain,
Movement stops, standing alone in the cold still night.
The mind grows weaker, steadily going insane,
With paper and pen in hand, the hand itches, fingertips yearn to write.

Still wishing to go back,
Before it all faded into the black.
Nothing feels right, trapped with no light,
Drained of all might, faded, no longer in sight.

No one else here, and yet still continues to talk,
Lost all sense of direction, unknown in the dark and afraid to walk.
Steel is the will to this struggle as bones rot and turn to dust,
The dark holding on tighter until that will starts to rot and rust.

Still moving forward, withstanding the fear that press' down, pound by pound,
Slowly spreading forgotten wings, lifting body from ground.
Ascending the pace and going above the generations rhyme,
Overcoming youth with wisdom and experience by the passing of time.