Posted in Poems

Holed Up

Time keeps running away,
And it looks like the snow
Is here to stay.
Will we ever see the grass again?

Holed up for too many days,
Through the window
All that’s seen is grey.
But how long can the sun stay away?

All of the days are getting shorter,
And every one
Feels closer to the border.
At the darkest time of year, who’s in your corner?

Although there’s much less light,
Still fighting the bite
Of sleep every night.
Is there anything left that is right?

20140106-215657.jpg

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s