No Wings

Time Travel with Vyvanse

I just want to turn back the clocks.

I wanna go back to the better days.

September 29th, October 30th,

maybe as far back as July 1st.

I never thought I'd have a regret.

Now, I just want to change the past

and feel some things twice,

but mostly, fix my mistakes.

Be a better BFF,

to see him one more time,

and to stop the younger man

from stealing my innocence.

I just miss some things,

some people, some feelings, some days.

I want to go back

and repair what I've ruined.

I need to fix it,

or should I forget it?

Forget some things,

some people, some feelings, some days?

Maybe if I fix what I did

in the way-back-when,

or the not-so-long-ago...

Holy shit, this is a poem.

Dear God and Father Time,

Please turn the hands on my clock,

and do it counter-clockwise.

I hate myself. So, please,

let me change what I've done.

I wasn't thinking of the future

or the consequences.

I can't just accept this.

What do I do, Father God?

When time heals all

of life's deepest wounds,

but the hands on my clock

seem to have arthritis.

Nothing's moving forward, nothing's changing,

unless you count changing for the worst.

So, I watch the time

as the regret makes me cry.

I'm trapped, stuck, and cuffed

to the effects of my drugged decisions.

Father time, Dear God, Mr. Sandman?

It's past five A.M. now,

my regrets keep me awake.

I'm addressing this letter

to those above me.

Now, I challenge you.

If you're so almighty and powerful,

can you please turn back my clock?

Please, let me save myself

from all the pain and abuse.

I just need some help

from someone with some

extra, immortal powers.

Is there even any hope?

Or should I do like Kiel said,

and just grow the fuck up?

Stop playing these childish games.

Please, help me change the times.

I'm tired of doing it alone,

and I've grown unable to do so.

Sincerely,

Onorinam HeLLLbitch-Trill

P.S.

Father God, what would you do?

If everybody blames you

for all the pain you're in,

but you don't even know

when it started.

Let alone, who started it?

Father God, what would you do?