TIME IS A HEALER

Time’s a great healer. Really, what a croc.

Time’s good for nothing, ‘cept in cuckoo clocks.

Reaching deep inside, stirring up below,

Demons bubble up, teasing things they know.

Contaminated, feeling hurts sometimes.

Feeling is healing, digging deep in grime.

Hour by hour, needing a shower,

Minute by minute, reeking deep in it.

Buried in layers, the stench makes me sick,

The secrets so deep, their lies, are so thick.

Exhausted, push on. Extorted, put on.

Tick tock, cuckoo clock. Tick tock, tick tock, tock.

Nowhere in the world, would I rather be,

Than up to my knees, stained by all I see,

Push it back inside, keep it locked away,

Does this help healing? Back away, I say.

Buried with reason, digging is treason,

What good has it done? Maybe next season.

Flee little birdie, Coo your little coo,

Come back this way soon, secrets inside you.

(c) Jay Rose Ana