Signals.
Green. Red. Yellow.
Faster and faster.
Time tags along.
He catches up to me.
And then leave me behind.
Prison.
Cells of dank and loneliness.
Yet so bright I can hardly see.
Time comes in and ruins it.
He turns off the light,
But not in my eyes.
Silence.
So quiet, it’s ringing in my ears.
Louder and louder.
Time charges and makes it worse.
Makes it quieter and quieter.
I have no peace.
I Have Cramps 