Running Out

by

Thomas Granger

When it all runs out the bottom, what's left?
That would be space, space that's uncorrupted by this time.
Fazing in and out until the insert of the cleft.
Remove the parts that cover it with grime.

Each time it gets more difficult to break the hold of lust,
that takes my own aggression onto life
Causing to be harder, all the feelings that I trust.
Into my heart again you plunge the knife.

I live in hopes that meaning has some relevance in word.
Existence for a futile Love I take.
Remaining as the consequence, the note is seldom heard.
The pounding of my heart, the drowning ache.

I pay the piper, one more time, time and time again
It becomes a loss of more, "I'm running out".
Leaving this forever, slowly I will drain,
locking me forever in my doubt.

It grims me all the other ones I've had and Loved and lost.
I don't know what I must be doing wrong.
Maybe, someday I will pay the total cost
and find the place I feel like I belong.

NEXT?
Why don't you look at Alive
by: Thomas Michael McDade
from: Monroe, CT, US

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