Saturday, June 2, 2012


This moment, I stop
Just an abrupt stop,
I pause fearing to breathe,
Lifeless, motionless, I sob.

Beneath me, just below,
Underneath, my pale skin,
Is a deluge waiting to flow,
A day's -  not; year's worth.

Is my life a sorrow?
It isn't, I can't deny.
Ceaselessly I borrow,
Inspiration to keep so.

What is it I await?
What is this hollwo?
Why does it fall apart?
In this slime, I wallow.