When the time comes

When the time comes

The blackness found and absorbing it all
flailing arms, pounding wall, driving call.
The chains it drags are not its own to bear
without care, deathly stare, final despair.

Locked tight away where the day cannot seep,
Unable to speak for the wires have ears.
Lions prowl the night so impossible to sleep,
Others rest easy accounting the sum of all fears.

Pillows dampened from the sweat slicked skin,
Feathers muffled the blast of the final blow.
Left for the last breath to rise escaping the spin,
Lost to the world the mythical winged crow.

Listened to the words and dismissed to flaw,
Unwilling to enter into the game to the end.
Yet enter or not upon back the final straw,
As the words and the story unceasingly bend.

Bound hands and feet and covered eyes,
Kicking and screaming all come too late.
The time had come to stand against the lies,
And passed us by into the hands of the state.

Taraz
[ a Steem original ]