Sonnets in My Head

17. Time is a weird thing...

Twisting; turning,
Away, it's slipping.
Out of my grasp, out of my reach,
No longer in my mind, no longer in my sight.

Time is a weird thing;
Once, it's quick,
Once is fast,
Dissipating under a flash.

With time, I get older, more 'wise', they said.
And with time, I forget;
Once fresh and vivid, laughter echoing in my head,
Now just in the distance, just barely there.

With time, I'm supposed to 'move on', and 'heal', they also said.
And still, I hurt, and just managing on, to hang.
The amount of crap I'm holding back;
It all makes my heart crack.
Just listening to dark, loud silences in my head.

- Silent