Killing Time

Just killing time, til I see you
fleeting imagined moments abound within my unshaped head
happy and hopeful dreams of my unknown future, and some uncertain fate,
The blackness is more clear here than you can ever know
you cant see me swimming in the murky fluid of our home
but I'm still in here waiting, and I'm just killing time
The shame on my fathers hidden brow
and perhaps the regret of that drunkin night
the deadly decision, led by your embarresed smile
but still I'm right here waiting, waiting for the promise
for just the promise of your pain,
I heard what you said to father last night,
It scared me, did you feel me kick you in the middle
I feel too can you really just forget that, like they told you to?
but I'll wait here for you, just keep killing time, swimming inside
Waiting for you to decide, waiting for you to to set the day
of the killing time, or the beginning of my time.

by Wilfred Owen Bitner

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