Time (a 2nd poem)

Time

Time has proven to be an enemy of mine
Since as the years have past so has your love for me
Your endless promises of renewal have turned to regret
And hope has fled and become out of reach

Time has planted a seed of pain and nurtured it well
Its blossoms have bloomed and envelope me
The choking haze of these flowers of hurt
Sting as badly as your words of despise

Time salts my wounds and tears away the scars
I am left disoriented and lost within myself
Not even silence able to console me
The echoes of broken promises and spite surround me

I long to run away from amongst the ruins I'm now in
To find a peace if possible that will not cost my life
The peace of future ages where wound are healed aright
But I shall not find such peace you see

For time is no friend of mine