TIME

Imperiled

I stand upon the precipice

no way to move forward

a cliff behind

Urgently

I yelp for rescue

I strain to find a way

Up, Down, Sideways

But TIME

is no luxury for me

enemy to my thoughts

always pressing ahead

hot breath on my neck

Fangs dripping Death

to many memories

The Past

cowers in a corner

like shadows run from light

but my courage persists

I will Fight

I choose to stand, not crawl

The Tempest

will break

upon my back

Staggering

I will survive

and in TIME

emerge newly splendid