Interminably terminal

Jaw grinding, tooth chilling pain
repeated too often for
murderers, saints, psychos and sycophants,
hollow corridors echoing the webs of
disarmed footsteps
faltering perhaps on thresholds
of promises as yet unbroken

while pride plays golf with hope renewed
and sunlight ricochets off
unbroken columns
resounding empty hallways
interminably terminal, and ticking
for eons and eternities

that lie wasted, drying,
in the piercing heat
of a northern spring.