Time... The Great Vivisector

Peel away my skin to find a core dissected
Bleeding, compromised
Home of anxiety and fear their presence
Grows with every passing year

Won’t wait for time’s vivisection of me

Tear my flesh and beat me blind with the truth
Times vultures, circle my pride
Expectations of each new day
Freeze me rigid with untold misery

Learn to count moments not months
Cos it’s the here, the now, I must confront
Futile attempts to slow time’s hand
Highlight respect that it commands

The weeks, months, years bring clarity that I will never fail to be
Surprised by how far I can fall life’s lessons were no help at all
The seconds drain my energy force-feeding grim reality
Times hands scrape at a brazen soul reminder of it’s supreme control
The here, the now, I must confront