This Poisonous Time

The plan never changed
it was never revealed
suddenly, this cell was just mine
can I still grow?
can I still change?
I don’t want to be my father
I don’t want to live alone

Another evening in
another night, pushing everyone away
All I need is a little space
room enough to think a while
write some lines
a drink or two
me; all too myself

But the more I take
the more I die
of this…
this poisonous time

And now, even on the odd occasion
I go out and sit with other people
there is nothing I can say
to make them want me to stay
I’ve focused every sense within
this cell is me

There should be jokes, there should be smiles here…
I used to be so good at this
There should be humour, there should be such love…
I used to be so good at this

But the more I take
the more I die
of this…
this poisonous time

Alone, I’m wading through
such a poisonous time…

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