“ In Time ” ~ a timeless pit ~

Where do I find,
Hopeful in time,
That gentle face
Lost to my mind,
Forces me look
In wonted place,
Tho I now dread
Be uncaring gods
Of darkness spent,
Who feed in hell
Their fickle bent,
Want but inflict
Disordered spells
Held pitiless fit,
Would demean fate
Of ones mental state,
Living in a timeless pit!

“ Looking ” ~ for quiescent fit ~

 

Here I sit

Musing still,

In a place

That resembles

A dark pit,

Inside my mind

A state of unlit,

Wants thought denied

If only for a bit…

 

Oh what a rest

This would be,

If I should find

Bide in quiescent fit!

                                              ode to a friend in need of time