“Escaping time” poem by me!

I lay in my bed
Thinking of the times I had dread
But all that came back
Was the sound of a crack
And the blood moons glow
Would Shed high and low
Times escaping
But I can’t escape this caging
All I’ve known in these walls
Are the screams of my falls
Times escaping
And I can’t escape this aging
Will I be stuck in my mind?
In this coma I find
This world is fading
My time.....is escaping...