Seclusion

The time ticks by
like a dripping faucet
leaving tiny ripples
of memory behind

It is lost time
going down the drain
falling into places
deep within the mind

I get lost sometimes
hiding inside the
ripples, the secret
places between
now and then

No one can see me
feel me touch me
taste the bitterness,
the black hole
of wounds within

My soul erodes
like a rusting pipe
drowning in a sea
of ocean sand

It is always love
rising from seclusion
that brings me back
to life again