Ever do something utterly stupid and find you might be too late to stop the ball rolling? |
Here I sit upon the floor... No heat to keep my body warm. Desperation close at hand Gulping fear I try to stand. Cannot think too clearly now, I feel the wall beneath my palm Wondering when, why, and how? A wash of chill and then the calm. I gaze with clouded eye beyond, The window to the brilliant sky. A sigh escapes my white flecked lips Chest heavy with the want to cry. I shake my head Ooh my fuddled brain I squint my tear brimmed eyes. How did I get to the floor again? Sleep sounds good, a little rest. Head thrown back, one deep breath, No I can't, this..this is wrong But the call to sleep so very strong. Thrumming heart sounds fill my ears Cold wood floor beneath my cheek. Short shallow breaths and salty tears I never thought I'd be so weak Of body of soul and mind What was it then? Remember now.. What am I trying so hard to find? No, not this way, this can't be how.. One arm forward, the other knee Strangled sobs fill the air No this cannot be! But when is life ever fair. Inching forward ever so slow Do I still have time? I don't want to go I've changed my mind |