Sad tiny human star

Time has weakened me
Silenced me
Shrouded me
In the scented forgotten sage 
Crucified on the tree
You brought from some carnival garden centre 
Never noticed blood fed root
Just water occasionally 
Now just a pointed shade
That shadow cast upon some sunny
Reminded grave

Face is creased and booted
Brain cells already looted 
Time if I could have only spelled your stain
Perhaps a moment from drowning thoughts
I could have saved

Executed days
See them running see they pray
Playing on forbidden rules
Not to catch
Or skin the fool

Time folded blessed
Eaten and dressed
Creative boring clawing
Defended test

Amphitheater’s plastic white
Sealed sins
Roll onto tongue
Gathering into crazy crowds 
Slipping slightly tilting
Disorder and dissolve 
Time trembling 
Time
Frightened in disease
Laughing laughters freezing 🥶 
Grin