I write - XLIX

I write

Of time that stood
Suspended, motionless, still
After it showed me it's might -

Came boldly through the door
Laughed at my display of will
And snatched away what was mine

Smirked as I cajoled and prayed
Ranted and raved
And then, heartlessly waltzed away

Of that blow in the gut
Of that humiliating subjugation
To Old Man Time's might...

In surrender, in defeat,

I write.