Poem: Stagnated Time – 01/05/21

The minutes seem so long, the second-hand drags likefingernails in sand and broken glass,I'm impatient to know the answer,but I'm terrified to even ask. Tell me, what point is therein waiting, in watching the vapour of my breathcloud my vision, obscure with fog?The truth we will discover yet. I refuse to beg or sob. Ache [...]