Still- Time Goes On
Three hours of trying to sleep
I'm still staring at the ceiling
In the black of night I'm confined
Sentenced to agonize at every memory
My composure's being compromised
By my reveries
Your tear streaked face
I'm convulsing in sobs
Trying to retrace:
Where we went wrong
What mistakes we made
Did I play my part too well
In our masquerade?
I could question everything
But what good does that do?
You played your part, as did I,
The curtains are drawn our show is through.
…So five hours in and I still question
still stare at the ceiling
still suffering in agony.
No matter the increments of time…
The clock still ticks.