Time (and again)

written May 15, 2009

Fantasizing about a love that doesn't exist,
I recline on the cold floor
And reminisce

A hospital, a safe place
A hallway, and my ever present pen
It's so much easier to make sense of life
When I write it down

Twenty-five years of marriage
And he wants a divorce--
Is there such a thing as love?

There will be time
There's never enough time
Ringing in my ears
Waging war in my mind

Contradictions, both

Feeling like a to term baby
With poison injected into its head,
I am engineered, and trite.

Am I meant for more than this?

This 9 to 5 travesty of a life?
Isn't there more to life than wishful thinking?

So many questions, and never enough time

But there will be time.

Is it a lie?