A Broken Sense of Time

With every dragging week

My body is broken by

the truth you think

You seek.

With every brick-like day

I stutter and search

For words

To say.

With each passing hour

My mind changes

From sweet

To sour.

With every waking minute

I cry alone to myself

As I approach

The limit.

With every fleeting second

I greive as I remember

No one will ever be

As pure or whole

As you.

With every step you take

You walk further,

And further

From my lies.