Sunday, May 8, 2011

Over Time

Sand keeps slipping through the glass
There's not much of it left today...
I've sat and watched it for so long...
I try to keep those thoughts at bay.

Though times like these; they abate me,
I'm left hungering for something more...
Left thirsting from those empty promises,
Quiescent truths I couldn't see before...

Insipid oxygen constricts my horizons
And moments come when I can't breathe
Overwhelmed by how I came to be here
And why it is, I can't seem to leave...