Dead Time

Time has abandoned me,

Like a moving train abandoning its tow,

Dead weight ought to be forgotten,

Grave sins never forgiven,

Like a wind being tied to a corner of the earth,

Unable to unite with the sky,

I grow sorrow as mushrooms,

Like the ink nervously stuck in the tube of a pen,

Unable to write new heights,

I lazily stuck to old timers,

Like a traveler heading to the cave of dragons,

Seeking only the end of their world,

Like a pirate pillaging without his crew,

Seeking only the end of others,

Or perhaps his own,

Might the wind be dead at this time?

Then I must be the killer.

Dead it is, as time is.

I have killed it. 

Silly me.