Time Does Not Healbyshy slave©
Time Does Not Heal
Time scavenges on your memories, mocking them.
It feeds on confusion with a vampire intensity, unwelcome, unbidden.
A constant unrelenting process that bleeds in your mind.
Whispering forgotten lines from conversations unremembered,
A plague of dreams that wakens you half asleep, to recall their voice, their touch,
Vast plains of air without them
Time is a wave before death.
It is an opportunist playing with you.
Brief respite before despair, each a hell not to be compared.
Time does not heal,
Healing soothes, like a nurses hand on feverish skin.
Time is a cesspit filled with hopes unfulfilled
An ever widening chasm between you and them