Moriah Lederman - TIME

Each morning is another death. I die with the
opening of my eyes. Only in my dreams awaken
to fight the truth of my existence. I chose
this bed and now I lay within, unmoving,
un-resistant. There is no life for me right
now, until sleep paralyzes my reality. I bide
my time and pound the lid of this prison that
entombs me. Life demands no less of me than
what's been asked of it. I pay a debt to
fate I cannot hide from. No insanity plea can
vindicate me of life NOT lived to it's
fullest. Please tell me that there's another
chance to do it all again. I cannot bear the
thought that I've lost for all time, the one
I would call mine. What a mess I've made of
time. A gift discarded. And now time is
loosed upon me. A most unbearable prison.

Moriah Lederman

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