24 in 24 – Hour 19

SONNET FOR STARING DOWN INFINITY IN THE QUIET OF THE EARLY MORNING

Oh painful time, you inspire me to write.
How I loathe the way you flow, run, escape,
Infecting my mind from sunrise to blank night
Always moving moving, with dark mouth agape.

Why should I despise your gaping maw,
When you must march from orders cryptic?
Grey heavens echo the great black crow’s caw,
That ushers us forward apocalyptic.

Why should I hate you, when you have no willful say?
Close your monarchic eyes and acquiescent hands.
Your glistening bright teeth write horrors my days.
Your omnipresent nature burns like sunned sands.

I know I cannot change you, despite desperate pleas,
Remember these bleak words whilst you bear down upon me.

24 in 24 – Hour 19

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