The Calendar Can't Keep Up

Kenneth Kimbrough
Tick tock
Slipping through my fingers
In ten billion tiny fragments

Consuming me
The beast beneath my bed
Beneath my feet
Beneath my head
Drawing dark circles around my eyes
Leaving its mark
Branding me for my troubles

And when sleep takes me into its arms
Splashing
Submerging me
Pulling me into the depths of the dream lands,
The beast still haunts me.
Among the contorting shapes
The strange, sensational creatures
It thrusts its arms into the liquid wonderland
Dragging me back to the surface
Leaving me with only
A criminal case of the bends.

What a pardox it is to need
Love
Friends
Education
Money
Self-worth
But to have no time at all.

Published by Kenneth Kimbrough

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  • Effi L. Donovan1/11/2011

    I am so glad to have visited your site. Excellent write, you have a very good way with words. I invite you to read my ode' to addiction. I would love to hear what you think. I look forward to reading more of your work. Best wishes.

  • Candice L. Collins11/23/2010

    love this! well penned :)

  • Kenneth Kimbrough10/22/2009

    So does alcoholism.

  • Andrew Tolly10/22/2009

    Good things come from such thoughts.

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