Poetry

Chasing Thin Air

When I ran into him it was a moment of question, days had been long and nerve racking

I inhaled him without second thought

I followed a trail untill there was none left.

I grasp at the filthy dark mud reaching for something buried deep below the surface floor of my own animosity.

Guilt grounded my corners when I sleep, yelling in my ears you may never wake

Pulled out into empty isolated land of dark trees and dry sand.

Turning my head to see a glismpe of him

but it was far too late to make that spin

Take that chance

Because I had always been chasing thin air..