Wednesday, January 4, 2017

Three Minutes

Precipice                    1/4/2017


Nothing like a gut punch
In the middle of the night
Doubled over
And doubled down. 

The kind that
Leaves a memory
Long after you have healed
The chance of a lifetime
Burning sour, and sick.

I remember today
And I can barely stay awake
Fighting against sleep
And wishing I could forget.

Some mistakes
Can last a lifetime
And most dreams
Are not what they seem.

It hurts when I think
And it hurts when I remember
Always in a different place
Tied up in knots. 

Shot through
And wasted
The prime years
Were lost
Soaked up by dust
And blown away.

Sacrificial lives
Spent asleep
Used up
Like so many others
Unaware and dumb.

It all goes on
And it all runs away
Unravelling downhill
End over end.

Look no further
Because it is always the same
Endlessly doubting
And endlessly blaming. 

We knew what to do
And we always knew how
But still we give in
And still
We give up. 

It is almost midnight
And God only knows
What evil they will do
Evil personified
With nothing to lose.

We look at shadows
Reflected off the wall
Asleep in a cave
Self-confident fools
Trapped in a snare.


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