The Graying of Days

The graying of days Devouring of food becomes the filler ! Days healing rays, it’s light ever shorter ! Misty moments are becoming thicker ! Fog hangs heavy, becoming ever denser ! The rut I am in, becomes ever wider ! The grove I am stuck in, cuts ever deeper ! The abyss I am sinking into, ever bleaker ! The black hole I am sucked into. ever blacker ! The razor’s edge I walk upon, ever sharper ! It cuts ever deeper into the flesh, of my feet as I walk the tight rope of life, in my sleep ! Awake, I wonder why ?. I hang onto this life, a life that is going nowhere as I stand upon the keen edges of it, of a knife. A knife that seems to be in my own hand, wanting, for all intents, to cut me in two. During these moments, there is little I can do ! B. J. “A” 2 June 5th 2005