Future Release

Too many,

with far too little time;

the days crush one against another,

pressing, forming, filling all of the possible moments.


Suns rise,

moons set,

tides ebb,

and still the meager time eludes.


Once a future

bright with seductive promise

of unknown pleasure has faded

into the pattern of joyless existence


Physical demands

mean nothing,

pain has ceased to

exist.


Life;

extends beyond the horizon

but is shaded with the light

of a setting sun.


Emotional wounds

weep long after the tearing injury,

drenching each day

with vile stickiness.


Healing is prolonged,

messy, demanding;

all the while the mind and body reach

for the promise of future release.

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