Five Hours

To salve a lonely wait,

Too quick to add the weight,

Of cares, woes and worries.

To calm, and not frustrate,

Too curved to come out straight,

To journey’s end it hurries.

To blind the seeing eye,

Too hasty with a lie,

To quell a bogus thirst.

To wave it all goodbye,

Too clear to reason why,

Limitation at its worst.

To accept this dark malaise,

Too tired to walk the maze,

Of life, work and sleep.

To wage war that never pays,

Too dark in sunlight’s rays,

To see beyond the keep.

Each tick and every tock,

The mocking of the clock,

The time just drifts away.

A heart under key and lock,

A life full of taking stock,

Is an awful price to pay.

© M.H.