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 over 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 that you long for
And then there are the
Moments that you must decide
What will control your destiny
You
Or this tiny obscure thread called
Life
© 2010 Jediah Logiodice