jakorte's blog

I feel it slipping away
Like a slow receding tide
Leaving me damp and down
The deep stain of blue
Seeping in to my skin
Like the white plaster mud
Crept into the crevices on my hands
Like the gulf water sludge
Browned the cracks in my nails.

I've been trying to recapture
The brilliant colors
To keep them in front of my heart
To keep my moment of clarity
I should let it go before I kill it
Let it fly to another soul
But, now, in desperation,
I lock my fingers anyway
Holding so tight I am sure
I'm strangling its soul.
It was all I ever wanted.
Soon, it will be gone again.

jak