A Fallen Shelf of Books

Behind every thought I stare at the mirror The road I walk keeps getting narrower The line is drawn Before weary toes I feel the hot sand burn my blistered soles As I crash down Into my new cast I return my present and begin a new past I lie in my shadow Oh the day’s so dark My footprints in the dust of life’s last kick As I always arrive Just a little too late To be truly alive around a twist of fate Life has to write Every entry received God has to right every life of sin conceived Weak to gravity Are tired eyelids I’m finding my tears in the bottom pits Facing forward Eyes looking back I’m collapsing inward like a fallen shelf of books 09-19-2015 Tbang