Point in Time

Overwhelming darkness

What can spark this?

I feel like a carcass.

Damp and cramped

I'd give anything

For a ramp

Or even a lamp.

Cold and numb

Will I succumb

Or somehow overcome?

Disgraced in the PiT

This place

What is it?

Rapt by this moment

Wrapped in this moment

Strapped to this moment

Trapped in this moment

I can't adapt to this moment.

But this hole

Time hath wrought

Cannot hold

My soul

Or his thought.

Fettered I gaze

Ahead.

A better day

Ahead.

My limp is temp'

Pain is not the end

This pain will end.

So I climb

By my mind

From the PiT

This (P)oint (i)n (T)ime.

© Matt Decker