Thursday, February 12, 2009

Time Is Catching Up With Me


It's running me deep,
deep into the ground.
I lose grip- but there's something
holding tighter than my strength.
It's all I want.
The week is almost over
sadness comes- goes.
Smiles rise and do not fade-
until morning
Not a breathing soul but me.
Alone- even more than before.
I've been searching.