Feels Like 100 Centuries Of Darkness Coming

walking fast
breathing quick
never going to get up
from this daydream/nighttime
pull the blankets tight time
taking a lick and ticking away
I can hear my breath inside
whispering/hammering that everything
will be
alright
someone is coming
holding boxes
being outfoxed
being out run
in the race between times
when there is blood on your shoulder
and another year of age has taken hold

breathing in quick
the cold is coming fast to hold your sleeve
beating fast
and breathing my way nightmares out of here
a beacon to claim
a beacon to calm
something for me
to remember
in the midst of the worst
storm in 17 centuries
centurions fight
on the banks of the river of midnight
rolling in sand
reprimand in hand
not to forgive you
to forgive you
for not being prefect
again, for not being perfect
for not saving me...
and the lesson learned
when your cry is silent
and I lay up nights desperate
and perturbed
full of stars and
sadness that we've
visited before