Saturday, February 21, 2015

Only You
















it begins like a
Stephen King novel,
a little here,
a little there,
snowballing,
steamrolling,
gaining momentum,
over in the blink
of an eye;
life imitating art?
right where I belong,
pretending it doesn't matter,
just one more,
down the hallway
and out the door;
you come in a dream,
unexplained,
unexpected;
uninvited;
I run,
I hide,
but it does
no good;
resistance is futile;
this madness floats
like a feather,
without limits,
without direction,
following unknown tracks,
searching for lost dreams,
hiding inside forgotten
cracks;
the way back is closed,
there is only the road ahead,
there is only You.
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