Running Out of Time

If time were distance Then I would be bounding hard Minutes turning to miles And an over saturated face Turning to tears which burst for The crushed bones in my feet That fall into line, keeping me Just above the ground and the dirt that I had fallen in And moving away, away, away… My distance is time And my distance is down And I am under water With a surface that’s always too many strokes away Like a tired night which begins at dawn And swallows the day With a sickly, unrepentant stomach So I swallow my regret Covering my red skin with fig leaves So then, maybe then god won’t see But more importantly, So I won’t see where I am headed Or rather, where I will never be Emotions flee But not as quickly as me And I will get out No matter how tightly life holds Because distance makes me old And I would rather run the time out Of a life that is going nowhere fast then accept a life that turns me to stone A life that makes me die and cry One swallow, one embrace, One broken heart at a time