Sinking

it's remarkable how swiftly i'm
sinking
like quicksand my dreams, life, soul,
and being
are sucked into a vicious
vortex

how can you save a life that's
slipping
right through the gap between
your eyelashes,
the crevice between your
cracked lips,
the sliver of nothingness between
pain and more pain

it's a wonder that i still breathe
when the will has escaped me,
when the lights are out in my soul,
when the sweet smell of deliverance is all
i crave.

Age as old as time

It's funny how we only get glimpses of wisdom...like it were something so rare, you can never really hold onto it forever. I suppose that's why wisdom is still respected. Because it is so difficult to find and when for a brief window of time it trickles through....oh, it washes your sullied soul with its pristine simplicity.