Sunday, 21 June 2009
I wrote the first two lines of this poem on 7-29-07, then I wrote the next four lines on 2-20-08, and now I've finally written the last two lines today, 6-21-09. I wonder, are the lapses in time evident?
The days seem shorter when you know the end is near,
Everything looks brighter when you know you're in the clear;
I can see the spiraling black tunnel just ahead,
And all the lies my mind was fed
Come back on black wings,
Whispering sinister things.
I can see the light at the end of the tunnel just ahead,
Then I realize the light is a freight train and I'm dead.