Into Quietness

The misty, whispering rain starts to fall
as I trace my finger against  
the cold glass, following a drop.  
The irregular starts and stops  
making the task cumbersome,  
finally falling quicker than  
I could ever anticipate.  
The distraction dissolves in seconds,  
my thoughts being consumed  
by time once again.  
  
Time.  
 
I was to mend in time.  
 
I tried to escape,  
tried to restrain my pen into quietness,  
to hide it from his face,
to erase him from its reach...
 
but there is no sanctuary  
as he is ingrained  
in every part of me.  
I claw at my chest  
sinking my fingers in  
Only to be unable to remove him.  
I sink in despair  
with stained hands  
and a wound that will  
not heal in time.