Childhood Prolonged

Tempus Fugit

Ever spinning clock

Minute and second hands in unison.

Time is flying and I'm stuck in moments

Pictures swimming in my head

Collages of memories.

I can't seem to move beyond the 90's

So I don't grow.

Remain a girl in my head.

Steady in my ever present flashbacks.

Won't be a lady of nineteen

Refusing to acknowledge the raging hormones.

Fire burning in thighs refuting to explain it

Seemingly allergic to the fires.

Curiosity I adamantly restrain.

Still a girl, denying sex, alcohol and drugs.

Tempus fugit.

We are all growing.

I remain a girl, denying my thirthies. 

Body thirsty for growth from a reprobate mind.

Body rebels and won't obey mind.

Tempus Fugit.

I'm older now, not in mind

But in body, actions and social responsibilities

.

Tempus fugit.

My time is running out

Death is near.

My mind still in the 90s, body is ninety.

Breath of the dying seeps from me

Pipe dreams of 6 year old me.

In the lack thereof of an adulthood.

I shall reelish my prolonged childhood.

Without second thought

Would return and iterate. 
Nkem Oyaghire

N.B TEMPUS FUGIT IS LATIN FOR TIME FLIES.