LOST IN TIME
I want to smash my fist through a wall…
Just to feel pain instead of agony,
I want to be the New Gregory,
And turn back the calendar!
Damn this linear time and space,
Damn you demonic laws of physics!
Where are the wizards who can bring her back?
Where the alchemist who, with tinctures,
Can realign our realities?
I’m like a child who has lost its favourite bear,
And cannot sleep or function without it…
I’m like a widower whose wife cooked every meal,
I’m just starving for your love, my Marie,
Starving for you love….
Every second of every damnable day!