Stop & Go.


Staring at the wall blankly
In a hypnotic peaceful stalemate
A bittersweet chill sets in
Like the touch of a hand on your shoulder
A sensation of eerie comfort
Longing to let the warmth in

In a stuttered constant motion
The hands of the clock move
Rotating round and round
Like tumbleweeds set free
Rolling aimlessly

Constantly out of breath
Always on the run
Gasping for air in obsessive fury
Working tirelessly to keep up with the sun
A fight that cannot be won






Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: