in the night, in the day
surrounded by a blanket of others
cuddled into fuzzy warm comfort
oblivion found outside of my mind
but when i am alone
emptiness closes, tightens, darkens
and the cold seeps into my bones
tumbling and turning in my head
can't say goodbye, can't let go
tired of holding on
arms shaking, muscles straining
stubbornly refuse to relax
well worn groove in the ground
from running the same track
paths branch and whisper off
only to return to the same circle
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