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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