This Side of the Door

never before has time
slipping in puddles
of it
on the floor
life and death
on the same side of the door
and what’s more
is I feel
locked in

I can’t seem to begin
all the things I want
for they all just tend to….

fading away
time’s wasting away
I’m waiting today

for some moment when
it feels solid again
when weeks don’t drip away

and I know
they say
the older you get
the faster things seem to go

this is different, though,
a darker decline
the way life is flying
and nothing is fine
the way people keep dying
without having to die
and time, that siren,
keeps slipping on by
singing out, silent,
while in my sleep, I fly –

“do you remember what it was
to feel alive?”