Fate

 

Wanting so much

So long…long enough

Not enough time…Time

The idea runs out like sand in the hour glass

Always moving…always turning

Waves churn on white sanded beaches

Scrunched between your toes…painted

The walls closing in…claustrophobia

People pressing, passing, changing

Everyone changes for good or bad

Bad…like the taste in my mouth

To think: What lies beyond the grave?

Inside my head… they scream, breaking lose

And never losing control…balance

Wake up with a lump in your throat

Try to swallow it down, but it stops in your heart

And you drop…picking up speed

Always picks up speed

But once you step off…it’s the end

And there the start of a beginning

Start again, the sound

Pounding in your ears

Blood rushing, filling spaces between

Your eyes fill up

Spill over, the water running down

Stains on the floor

Blood never comes out easily

Neither does wine; still we drink

Sipping the emptiness and holding on

…to nothing

 

The importance of nothing seems more important than the reality that is held.

In the back of our minds we hold pictures, like a frame. 

Each fragment different

And special in its own way

Picturesque…fading 

It’s gone, all gone in the end.

What do we live for?

To live and let die what is lost.

You can’t hold on forever, but you can’t just give up.

Let it slide from you face to your heels and run from it,

Yet it’s always waiting at the end of the line. 

Never stopping, never ending, and never losing control.