Expectedly and continuously

omnipresent time

sits in its everywhere kingdom

whittling away the remaining days of my life

 

I sit vainly cutting

a metaphorical deck of cards

hoping to turn over

representational aces of improvement

while preparedly bracing the door

against a questionable future

 

Meanwhile the tormenting remnants

of my mismanaged and pitiful past

keep on leaking through the roof of my mind

obstructing my chances of completing the map

of who I was who I am and who I could be

or is this too futile a task?

 

The weight of my determination to resist failure

is becoming heavier and heavier

for all the wrong reasons

and my dreams and thoughts continue

interpenetrating each other

with dark unstoppable unfavourable surprises