life,
slips through my fingers,
like the sun,
slips through the blinds,
memories,
are ghosts,
are ghosts,
that slip from my mind,
pain,
is my wise council,
is my wise council,
helps me hold the line,
love,
runs too fast,
runs too fast,
I slip behind,
loneliness,
is an angel,
is an angel,
her lips slip from mine.
2 comments:
I recognize this feeling. Like trying to grab hold of a refracted beam of light. Time does slip through our hands, and seeps between the cracks in our minds. Perhaps one day, like my father, I will only aspirate the sounds of sibilance.
a powerful piece HP
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