Saturday, November 21, 2015

quicksand

trapped
down here
sinking, looking for
escape,
release,
an exit,
a way out.
mired down
and
sinking,
fading,
falling,
at what seems like
the speed of
light.
no rebound,
no bounce,
no pulling out of the dive.
seeking light,
finding further
darkness
and yet another dead end
in this maze
i seem to be a prisoner in.
locked away,
discarded,
forgotten.
decaying.

Tuesday, November 17, 2015

my music, my life

Life becomes
Music
And I no longer
Hear the
Song