22:28, alone

how long must I endure
in this wooden box of time
no matter how hard I try to stop
I still look back and try to heal
the wounds that are already scars.

I feel like I could heal it all
in retrospect, change time,
I'd absorb the darkness in me
and turn it into fire
if I could.
and even if the angels said I could not
I'd do it.