Short Poem - Your 3 friends

You fill each minute with sixty seconds

Spent creating a maze of moaning

Then wonder why your throat hurts

True voice lurks within the labyrinth

You fill each hour with sixty minutes

Lamenting lack of power, wishing you owned

And wonder why you can’t pull yourself out of the holes you dig

You’re miserable

And wonder why Sadness, Pity and Helplessness call you friend

Nicknamed you Penguin

Flightless one

You’ve given your time to slippery slopes

Self worth was shed with the feathers

I picked them up for you

Glued them to your memory

Glided through time to return your wings

Now you gaze at the sky

Fly out of your hole

And no longer recognize your old friends.

Telekinesis. My super power –
moving you from here with words.