Layers of time

 There is a layer upon a layer on a man that becomes something
His earlier years past lives almost inaccessible
There's a layer between each milestone
The allowing through only those painful lessons

That light up like a red emergency button
allowing the memory to flow in like blood
A layer of tense regret and a promise
To never repeat the cause of such again

There's a layer in the day
Between the morning and afternoon cake
the inner icing sometimes sugar
sometimes concrete

there's a layer in my words
That try to limit what I want to say
Can I break it with a metaphor
won't it just reform

As settle into the next 
solid sedement piling and settling
What will be of me
Just layers of words

Sentences that declare meaning
just boundaries between regions
Of an overcrowded mind
That decorate the margins

of life through these eyes