AtoZ/Day 18 - Letter P

P is for....

A Purgatory Twilight

A loss of a notion bestows itself
forcing understanding to leave;
Watching the hands count on my boredom
as I count on them to deceive.
A rushing tide fills my mouth;
the heavens begin to run dry-
Substituting a life for Life...                                                                    
composing the imposing lie.
I'm left as false as the concept of time,
feeling dreams and hopes start to slip.
Traveling too fast for a role to play out,
trying to turn back on a one-way trip.
A heaving miracle claws its way forth;
My spirit mockingly calm...
As minutes build up to a splintered cross-
leaving hours to rust in my palms.