8/1/11

time moves forward, falling back
alone inside, close to death
faithless, faceless
all words too kind
just another person
lost in time

the hour hand chases me at a slow mocking pace
the minute hand sweeps over me, without a trace
time keeps moving,
but i seem to stand still
the ticking harsh
the reality shrill
time moves forward, falling back
alone inside, close to death
faithless, faceless
all words too kind
just  another person
lost in time

Reviews

[rt farris]

i find your work, not dark, but rather thoughtful. it shines a light on the uncertainty that hovers like a dark thin cloud over our lives. we are vulnerable powerless and scared in many ways. it's part of the human experience. great read.