I Am Lost In Time, Of My Death. Poem by Michael Gale

Lost in time...
Trapped of heart.

Enslaved by sadness...
Of all my art.

For, now i pray for peace, this day...
To rest my head and heart, to sleep, this stay.

Man must be trapped to time unto...
Nothing gained, nothing, few.

Beneath this heart, beats a path, undaunted...
When, at last, I've gone, you are now, newly, haunted.

A sleep to breath, this blessed breath...
Since, this day, becomes, my humbled, death.