Paralysis

Por: Irvin Aquino

Time seems eternal

when looking into the woods,

a screening of the past looks down on me.

Playing ill wind through the pipes that once turned backwards my soul

stomping on my lungs.

The sea of memories

meets the fuel of life.

But, the happy song

won't play itself twice

and my patience melts

as fast as ice.

With my blood scalding

and my throat lethargic. 

My body serves as a catalyst 

doomed into a state of paralysis.