Wednesday, February 10, 2016

back to zero

warring with jarring words
twisting and turning 
to make any sense
out of the mess that's 
been given to me
pushing and pulling 
to seek a rhythm
in this cacophony
an abyss of randomness
and i am begging
for a pattern to emerge
i've got a breath stuck in my throat
and a smile pasted in my brain pan
i'm doing all i can but with every sunset
i realize i am only a man
just a man thrown back to zero

i don't have the time to do all i want to do and whatever time i have is running out.

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