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.