Matter of Time
Matter of Time The light slowly dies From with my eyes As I think about All the things that could have been I try to fight it off, This disappearing darkness And realize I’m losing my grip It creeps and crawls Slowly in to my blood Ebbing and flowing like a tide Sucking at my soul Like a hungry undertow My voice screams out In anguish and terror Trying to break free Just to buckle at The blackness around me Through my tears I can almost see my savior Just a glimpse and then, The light is once more hidden Behind the shadows of my pain For a brief time I can pull my self out, And cling to my standing stone My pillar of strength Clutching, grasping Futilely hoping Knowing its only a matter of time till once again I lose Everything that makes me what I am 4/98 NChantrss


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