Friday, 30 September 2022

Sand Trickles

 


Borderline

or just plain bored of life

Is it that I'm tired of trying to find

answers tangled

in the riddle 

of forest in my mind.

The knots are tied tight

and I can't get them loose,

the binds are starting to bite.

into flesh. It’s no use.

 

Floundering over a river stretched wide

or am I straddling the two sides of my mind,

trying to keep all of the pieces inside.

It's all a jumble. 

Thoughts rumble

like trains through an underground tunnel,

on collision course

having missed the stop sign.

 

Am I becoming a new design, underlined

or just going out of my mind.

Did I lose the war,

the battle I fought

to keep a bit of sanity safely in store.

Did I fall off the wagon

into the path of an oncoming truck

or was it a storm of bad luck,

I become unstuck.

 

Did I fall out of line,

lose my place in the cavalcade of life.

Seems like I lost sight of the vital signs

Just a flatline and a piercing high-pitched tone

No neon to point my way.

Sand trickles,

building sandcastles

in my upturned hourglass.

marking the days

that pass

 

Sometimes only my notepad knows,

how far down I've fallen

and how I feel so low

but sometimes

it speaks of flowers,

in the colours of rainbows

and it's these days I cling on to.

 

 

 

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