Written after watching Philadelphia ages ago, and crying... alot.
Running out of time
And I’m thinning, slimming down finally
Coughing up red, find it harder to breathe
But I’ll maintain the façade she doesn’t see
I’m running out of time
We’ll go for long walks to the park
Five minutes in and I’m drained but I lie
Let’s stop, watch the birds
I’m running out of time
She talks to me of boys and shoes
My attention slips, defers I’m used
And spent, I crumble to collapse
I’m running out of time
They rush me in, I shiver and shake
The doctor says I have days
As tears spill I turn my head away
I’m running out of time
My reflection is a pasty grey
The eyes blue black, I’m weak and frail
Surround by white masks I cry
It’s the end of the line
I’ve run out of time
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