Sunday, June 20, 2004
Grains of Time
Grains of time flow unhindered through the space,
between the palm and the incomplete grasp.
Incidents become memories,
many lost to me as my mind spaces gape…
Shouts of frustration become distant echoes,
echoes that haunt and sobs that stifle the beating of the heart,
friends and family around me turn away with ridicule,
as my legs sway and my breathing efforts turn miniscule…
By myself and my old soul mate for company I dwell,
in fear of every passing day counting the numerous threats,
as death stalks us at every turn through health ill kept and evil greed in the people we kept.
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