Time & Sugar into Oblivion

Time will not wrap itself back
into my pocket,
years lost will not be redesigned
to fit a new suit to custom
my tomorrows.

Dying within me.

I've lost it all with a glimpse
of an eye;
the innocence
the laughter
the pink circles on shirts,
lost the taste of ice cream
the flu of playing outside
as it rains.

Where is my happiness,
my faith,
the voices that I
can no longer hear.

And it's getting lonelier,
tougher & somehow darker
and a little bit colder.
Night is burying me-
wide awake,
allergic to slumber.

Then burying itself within
the cracks of my bones

Sleeplessness baking
my face, my looks,
drawing with black coal
all around my eyes.

Dreamless,
bored, breathing
in my bleak coma,
as more days get wasted...

irksome
irksome
irksome

nothing's going
to come back.

Time will not wrap itself back
into my pocket,
years lost will not be redesigned
to fit a new suit to custom
my tomorrows.

Dying within me,
it will all die with me.

By: Rania Moallem

*EDITED - re-post*