There are those days
When even the “eyelash of the sun”
Brushing against your face
Cannot break through
The ice
There are those hours
That seem to drag on
And you feel like the world
Has abandoned you
And the insignificant whispers
Of those who truly care
Cannot rise above the
Dirge of monotony
Compounded by the
Cyclical trepidation of life
There are the minutes
That pass by and you wonder
If there is anything in life
Worth pulling you through
Until tomorrow
The chaos, confusion, hopelessness
All seem to pale towards the
Future glory you long for
And then there are those moments
That you must decide
What will control your destiny
You…
Or this tiny, obscure thread
Called Life
© 2010 – Jediah Logiodice