Time

Time is not a healer
She's cruel and perverted,
sticking the knife in gleefully.

Time doesn't heal
She withers and wastes us
like dead things decomposing,
gently, imperceptibly imploding,
witless while we diminish

No, Time is not a healer
She's the Queen of Sorrows
in a tower of regret and remorse
heralded by jarring dreams
of old wounds and foolish hopes.

Time will put you under her boot
and press you into filthy misery.
She will promise future reprieve
and then piss the past on you
laughing cruelly with a tick-tock.

I'm telling you, Time is a jailer
jangling all her endless keys
like so many memories.