The graying of days
Devouring
of food becomes the filler !
Days
healing rays, it’s light ever shorter !
Misty moments
are becoming thicker !
Fog
hangs heavy, becoming ever denser !
The
rut I am in, becomes ever wider !
The
grove I am stuck in, cuts ever deeper !
The
abyss I am sinking into, ever bleaker !
The
black hole I am sucked into. ever blacker !
The
razor’s edge I walk upon, ever sharper !
It
cuts ever deeper into the flesh, of my feet
as I walk
the tight rope of life, in my sleep !
Awake,
I wonder why ?. I hang onto this life,
a life
that is going nowhere as I stand
upon
the keen edges of it, of a knife.
A
knife that seems to be in my own hand,
wanting,
for all intents, to cut me in two.
During
these moments, there is little I can do !
B. J. “A” 2
June 5th
2005
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