Time Rift Drifter — dbuck

The air doesn’t move here.
My hands pass through the hours.
Every face looks past me,
Like I was cut from the world.

I walk through the cracked glass of days,
Nothing bends, nothing breaks.
The clocks turn without sound,
And I keep drifting inside the split.

I’m stuck in the rift of time,
No eyes lock on mine.
Stone on stone, the ages grind,
But I remain, unseen, alive.

Hands can’t hold me,
Walls don’t stop me.
I am the ghost of the living,
A traveler no one recalls.

Bridge (Slow Breakdown

Fingers scrape at silence,
I tear at the seam of the years.
It will not open,
It only spins me deeper in.

I’m stuck in the rift of time,
No eyes lock on mine.
Stone on stone, the ages grind,
But I remain, unseen, alive.

The world keeps turning,
And I am not here.