stop the clock...

trying to breathe
as my words go unspoken
gasping for air
or maybe just my own thoughts

 

my thinking
scattered
my intentions
unclear

 

my mind
a beautiful mess that entices my fear

 

near
the end you might say
i laugh
as i begin each day

 

why
i dont know let me ask you
do you understand
because i sure as hell dont
let me tell you what i just might do

 

a bridge
doesnt make me want to jump
only climb higher
why not enjoy the fall
when your life's at the end of tis timer

 

tick
tock

Reviews

[FlatLineBeauty]

Good write my friend. Thank you for sharing what is in the beautiful mind of yours. xo Winter

[shawnt5604]

aww :)! thank you thank you thank you ;)

[kumars]

very nice indeed...nice words.nice theme.

[shawnt5604]

I appreciate all your feedback!

[Lyn Anderson]

Once again, a beautiful verse with a subtle rhyming scheme. Just one question, tis? is it's?

[shawnt5604]

thanks again, i'm glad to see your interested enough to check out all my work :) I'll be taking a look at the rest of your,s,,, and yes, you caught me again,, it was supposed to be its,,, o wait,, it's lol :P

[David Scott]

I see the element of breathing and gasping for life and the desire for it all to end. Yet much like breathing, we can stop the pain by never breathing again or simply opening up and breathing in.
If the air is toxic we die, but we die if we choose not to risk the breath. Usually, the sir is pure enough to take us a few more steps down the path of life.
Oh, and yes, the clock is ticking from the fist gasp in the delivery room...
Expressive write.

[shawnt5604]

thanks, I really enjoyed your insight!