Can't Turn The Page Poem by Andrus Cassian

Trapped in the same month
for what seems like half a century
The page never turns, it goes on and on
words never seem to run dry, dripping off the page
leaving one inquiry for another day
Wide eyed and unfocused, drifting through precious time
sorting through confusion, allusions, delusions
why must it be this again...
Wanting and wishing to be hand in hand
with one person from this ivory-thorned memory
burned within a stone of a heart
Equaling the pain, finding a tree
hoping a rooftop to stare down at the ants and laugh
looking at the sky, closer to heaven
to glance away from the smiling faces playing their merry tune
while the mind of the gloom
can't turn the page nor burn it away
as it's etched on paper-like skin
Ghosts attack the hands of time in melody
threatening to seize the face like claws
and sink into the ground like demons
but restraints bury the burden weights into arms and feet
we'll just call it weighted bricks
when like a statue carved of copper just sits
arms around sad knees
Where are the ashes, they never lie
crippling the confidence, losing the will to hide
but feeling the truth fall away
a trickle drifting through the rain
finds its place falling down...