Crushing Time

I feel the race against time,

The crushing of minutes,

As they bear down on me like a flood. 

Every second is a rush, 

This hasn't been done,

Still that left to do.

Christ sometimes I feel so alone. 

I fought against you,

Escaped the cycle,

I can feel myself falling back in. 

Desperation perhaps, 

Feeling the crushing despair,

My life is under threat. 

So I turn to you once more. 

I know that it won't end well,

I know nothing will happen,

But the security I feel with you...

Everything fits in place,

I have no nerves with you,

And I forget the pain of the outside world.

That feeling is all that matters. 

The End

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