So I awoke
And the lines that had drawn my face
Began to swirl and dip
Which brought me to my knees
Where I prayed I could not feel;
Memories forgotten.
So, too, shall I drown again,
My dust fading away
Daring each little pin prick
To surface as a rash
That rattles my skin
From the very bones that keep it here.
This was no dream,
I reminded myself,
I was not reminiscing,
There were two clocks
Slowly ticking as they always had ticked
Slightly out of time
And pressure built
Within my cell walls
To continue to breathe
As Patience had taken me here
Against my own will
And against my respite.