Stuck in slow time.

Something I wrote a few months ago which never made it online. As it's christmas I thought I'd make an effort. I like this poem, and happily I have moved on from these emotions for now.

Stuck in slow time,

All the lost beliefs are mine,

All the narrow and the slim,

All stuck within.

All puzzled circular and about,

Clinging to fruitful doubt,

All the trapped disarray.

My thoughts of the day,

Everything gnawed to bone,

Everything around this throne,

All the junk of this mood,

All viewed.

And you,

Accrue,

See my flaws,

See my bleeding jaws.

See me slowed,

See me implode,

See me lose hope,

See me try and cope.

To no avail,

I fail.

See me withdraw,

Partial thaw,

Shrink-wrapped fresh,

In plastic mesh.

A mess,

Over which I obsess,

This flesh is brittle,

I can give you little.

Stuck in slow time,

Thinking about the sublime,

Paused on one matter,

You are the latter.