Shaking Hands With Time (Stream Of Consciousness Poem) Poem by Lazarus Knix

I’m shaking hands with time-
Despite each birthday I deny.

I’m aware that men are made
In dawns…In sighs…in labor…
While youth is taken quietly,
Effortlessly.

Yes, I’m shaking hands with time-
While The laughing child bathes
In the crimson blood of my past
Which I keep in glass vials
Beside a humble bedpost-

Youth's ichors do not run through me
They’re only captive memories
Which serve to humble a jaundiced heart,
Into terror, Into agony!

My hand is grasping time’s
Shaking not out of courtesy,
But shaking in fear