Enemy Time

Enemy Time

Time
keeps ripping open old wounds,
unearthing them from tombs
where we thought we’d buried them.

Time

is a vault with a broken lock

like Pandora and her box

dark things keep breaking free

 

Time

swears the aching won’t endure

and masquerading as a cure

assures the suffering will end

 

Time

it has never healed a thing,

it always snaps the strings

when we try to strum old songs

 

Time

one hand offers us a refuge

the other’s digging up our refuse

and makes easels out of mirrors

 

Time

keeps ripping open old wounds,

unearthing them from tombs

where we thought we’d buried them