just a little inner monologue


Crooked screams

I see the hope fade away as smoke curling around his shoulder. His constant kicks through the gutter makes my shoulders sink that much lower. My will is weakened by my love. The light is scattered and absorbed by the greedy eyes of fate. Their hands thrashing through the feeble cloud, reducing all our hoping to flying dust. Stamina is running low as the sand that marks the time is falling through. To win you have to keep going until it hurts. then keep going further. The air is catching and dragging itself through the tissues of my lungs. Everywhere I look there's a red tinge, and I feel the world around me scratching at me with its jagged nails yet I continue. I've tried so hard to keep going, I wonder if I would even know how to stop.





Words by Sparks
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Written on 2009-04-11 at 22:28

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Eli The PoetBay support member heart!
There seems to me an irony in this emotional passage of thoughts. That love does not only weaken the will - as you have suggested - it can also strengthen it; as the last line is perhaps indicating. Thank You for sharing this... I feel like I want more.

Mood: 5
2009-04-12