Thursday 19 January 2012

Life happens.

One night you are here
In the middle of it all
The buzz
The night

The night life

The light
The crowds
Adrenaline

Rush

Ecstasy

The excessive flow
Of feelings
Rushing
Pushing down your throat

One night you are here
In life
In the midst of it

The crowds suffocate you
Life suffocates you
With its excesses and magnitude

And
Then
Just
Stillness

And you wonder
Whether it is the ability to breathe
That dictates
A life

1 comment:

Far Beyond The Ridge said...

I think the ability to breathe dictates the life that matters, want dictates the life that smothers us.
lovely poem
Rick