Wednesday, February 4, 2009

In Absentia

the world keeps revolving
when you are not here
watching over me
and yet
I only see the hands of the clock rotate
without truly experiencing the moments in-between
my life travels
as in slow motion
while tempests within
create hellish havoc
and think themselves scathingly brilliant
as they laugh at me
squirming beneath the weather
that they create.

No comments:

Post a Comment