The Prisoner

Time draws nigh
flames burn
within my eyes.

Time
to walk the line.

~.~

First
it was jealousy
then
it was spite.

~.~

Engulfed in rage
separated at birth ...
hope and love fumble.

~.~

But now I see the truth
of all being ...
it hangs like a door

~.~

First
it opens to let all in
then
it closes that nothing may win.

~.~

Time draws nigh
the hinge springs
adverse and black my heart bleeds.

Time
to walk the line