Tuesday, November 9, 2010

This Fevered Chasing

I don’t know much about this

This fevered chasing

Aside from the lump in my stomach

And my struggling lungs.

We come here to wrestle with our own hearts,

To throw ourselves on the floor,

To break our teeth and bruise our eyes;

We come here to die.

And when the lights turn off,

And the air ceases to rush,

Where will I be but locked inside

Another condemned moment?