Thursday, May 31, 2007
a weight on the mind.
bogging down the processes.
contaminating those happy times
like a pollutive cloud.
sapping strength that i so desperately need.
like a tumour of massive proportions.
a device of devil-make and
malicious intent.
but than again.
it is merely a line in an eternal equation
a formula of inconsequential size.
therein lies the trap of traps.
for it is the smallest detail
that has the greatest effects.
one line in an equation
magnifies the change in it's result.
so what can i do?
for everytime i try,
i fall.
hard.
skinning my knees for the countless time.
even if the spirit is strong,
exactly how much can the body take?
take the punishment
that this dastardly doom has so decided
to impose upon me?
and even now.
as my ragged breath mists the air
and the sweat freezes off my limbs
which shake from exertion,
i see the end of ends.
in the frozen wake of this life past,
the light at the end flares.
but wait. not light.
i fly from doom to unknown doom.
a darker hole
gaping brilliance.
it beckons.
10:05 PM
