Time Travelling

I am stuck.

The fabric of time has wound itself around me
I stepped in, mesmerized by the colours
And now

I am stuck.

Taped to this tapestry
Sewn-in which are tales of my history
Of what little is left in memory

I am stuck.

On a day of the past
Sitting in front of a little television
Now things get a little fast;

The television shows
With all the blows
The Contra game
Mario jumping into his fame
My father
My mother
My family
On the carpet giggling
Cutting pictures together laughing
The trees
The Bees
That bit me too often, alright
The colours are bright
As we paint a pot
The winds outside carry shades of hues
Painting the world, a colour other than the blues
My room with fairy-lights strewn
Glowing stars on the roof
Board games
Bored games
Everything

And stop.

I am stuck.

Like a cassette stuck on the same song
Nostalgia;
That has lasted too long

I am stuck.

The winds just carry blues and greys
These days
Time is now just a blurry haze
Passing, as I sit and gaze

I am stuck.

Grey Walls

I hate hospitals

I hate the scent, the colour, the food
The floor, the walls, the sullen looks on the faces, the doctors,

The grief; the one that seems to float in the air enveloping you in its dark embrace entering your lungs making a home in there and 

growing, with every minute you spend, growing, with every second you blink,
growing, with every breath you take.

It baffles me how the cold food I eat sitting here tastes like cement
And I can't stop thinking about how the taste would differ
Bursting with flavour in a cafe with chats and laughter in the air

Instead of the family that is crying next to me
And I know exactly why.

It breaks my heart, shatters all hope 

And the grief that is sitting inside my lungs

begs to come out of my eyes and consume me and 

I can't breathe

Or offer words of comfort
But how do you tell someone everything will be alright when you know it's a lie
My tongue seems to choke me, lifeless in my mouth.