Fraying, fraying, fraying, our nerves are fraying.
Beating, beating, beating, the war drum's beating.
Tipping, tipping, tipping, the balance is tipping.
Ticking, ticking, ticking, the clock is ticking.
Dripping, dripping, dripping, the sweat is dripping.
Breaking, breaking, breaking, my back is breaking.
Crawling, crawling, crawling, my skin is crawling.
Reeling, reeling, reeling, my head is reeling.
Ending? Ending? ENDING?!?
These thoughts,
never ending.
Drowning, drowning, drowning—
in the ever present now...
Dedicated to my Notebook Brother.
© Copyright 2011 Christopher V. DeRobertis. All rights reserved.
