A Pocket of Time

Joseph Danoski

When the dawn yawns in the same way

Day after day,

And your skin’s turned gray

And as cold as the day;

You know that life has wasted you.

No one ever believed in you,

And nothing you believed was true;

Too many seasons with no reason,

And too much time to make it rhyme.

Wasting time was your only crime--

You never could make up your mind;

And they told you not to waste your life,

But it was life that wasted you.

When the moon looms larger than life

Night after night,

And your hair’s grown white

And as long as the night;

You know that life has wasted you.

You’re lost, forgotten, and feeling rotten;

A skeleton in the closet,

A picture in a locket,

Stopped like a watch

In a pocket of time.

Joseph V. Danoski is a writer of letters and essays on diverse subjects, with strong opinions on many topics. A poet of horror, science fiction, and fantasy; he has been  published in journals and webzines both in the US and abroad. Various publications include Scavenger’s Newsletter, Pegasus, Red Owl, The Ultimate Unknown, Penny Dreadful, Pivot, Psychopoetica (UK), The Nocturnal Lyric, The Quest (India) The Aurorean, The Mentor & Masque Noir (Australia), Twilight Ending, Talvipaivanseisaus (Finland), The Romantics Quarterly, Hadrosaur Tales, Endemoniada, Northern Stars Magazine, Taj Mahal Review (India), The NeoVictorian, The Eclectic Muse (Canada), Frisson, Black Petals, Outer darkness, Yellow Mama, Sanitarium Magazine, A Year of Sundays 2023, and The Horror Zine.

Other activities include being a multi-instrumentalist, songwriting, and recording original music. Joseph currently resides in Berlin, New Hampshire. Dojonaki05@Gmail.Com