WORDS

As I slip quietly out of reach

of past moments explored only in my mind, my eyes, my senses,

my lack of animation/participation casts long shadows…

I am burning. My hand takes pen,

my forces drip through words on paper, so inadequate a medium to share;

“Can words remove, can words erase,

What words have said and leave no trace?”

 

I hesitate and question

Then make a move and step too far….

I’m on fire, I’m on fire

Return to the beginning and back to here and now

yet nothing’s changed

I’ve not done a thing outside my mind but time has passed, life used…

A gentle whisper in the night eludes me

but pen answers,

says “Go on,

you’ve only just started

and must go on…”