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
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