...Untitled Poem 22.06.06...

If I waste your time in these lines,
Forgive me for my pointless rhyme.
For I, I fear am wasting life.

Time I posses, no longer can I address.
For I lost the aim.
The journeys answers I searched for.
I was thrown off the path I thought I knew,
And placed afar, uncertain of everything.

In question of life,
The time and space I reside in.
The dreams I thought I could hide in.
Cold feelings I thought I could shake.
I cannot wake.


A poem I wrote a couple of years back after a conversation I had with one of my cousins about life and it passing by.