Friday, August 21, 2015

Moving Wheels

City lights, rushing by.
In the darkness of the night,
I let her beauty consume me,
I've lost me,
She knew me.

Feeling the hours rush by me,
Twilight zone.
Flooded with uncertainty,
But somehow I know
That where I am is where I'm supposed to be at that very moment,

Although I long for something more:
Drops of sweat beaded on my skin,
From a night of passion and sin.
Peaceful sleep, first in years,
Feeling right, and lacking all my devious fears.

But there I was
Sitting stiff.
Stuck inside on moving wheels
Breathing,
Counting stars as fast as I can.
Miracles.

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