Poetry

Pride

Days go by,

I turn to stone.

I never have felt,

So alone.

Days go by,

Diving time,

And I am left here in the cold.

Time breaks down,

And I am here,

A second, a moment,

Another year?

Each tick of the clock,

Is wasted time.

Time waits for none,

And neither do I.

I swallow I swallow,

And spit up my pride.

I'm sick of the way,

I've been feeling inside.

My pride is rocks,

As they go down my throat,

I'm trying so hard,

But i'm starting to choke.

Days go by,

And I fade away.

Like the sand on my toes,

In the ocean waves.

Time breaks down,

And i'm no longer here.

Another second, moment,

Another month or a year?

For A.G.