Harsh Wind

I was told not to hold it in
That my superpower
Is my emotion
So then why do I feel so
Powerless
Watching hours
Laugh as they walk past
And futures
Betting on how long I’ll last
While I sit in the car
Til my breathing
Starts to fog the glass
Begging
The seconds to pass faster
They instead pass slower
Obstinate little bastards
Nibbling away at my will,
Gnawing at my innards
Paying me weekly
In the wages of sin
My skin ripped away by temporal winds
Insistent…

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