The minutes just keep passing
White on my wrist red on the clock
Menacing with a secondhand
That hangs on the wall
While the reel of visions
Unravel in my mind
The harder I try to stop
The faster they come
Searching and found
Unmoving on the ground
Lifeless and stiff
Gun by his hand
Facedown in a river of blood
I can’t stop either
Time passing
Or visions from coming
Over and over like a broken projector
And yet it somehow all slows
As it meticulously drives me mad –
j.a.terry 3.31.17
