The arrogance of Time is she presumes to heal,
Promising to numb the pain we hoard and steal,
Gently soothe bloodied souls to once again feel,
Banish cruel memories – her intents ideal.
But I cling to her hand to make my appeal:
“Don’t take away my pains, this lonely ordeal,
They are all that reminds me our past was real.”
Discarded Recollections 