Letting Go.

Haunted by a past that I never will relive,
Time is running through my hands, as empty as a sieve.

So much more I need to say, so much more to do...
Reliant on time's ministrations, holding me like glue.

Stuck in time like quicksand, I can feel my body fall.
No one heard my anguished cries and no one hears my call.

Time has grabbed me by its claws, it's scraping my insides...
Laughing over what I want, my mem'ries it divides.

I want to let my cruel past go, and live life as I should.
How, though, can I do this when time isn't being good?