Friday, September 30, 2011

A Highway at Night

I can't tell where I'm heading
The signs are all blurred.
The ones that aren't slurred
Are telling me to go straight,
But is there a detour up ahead
That I'm just not seeing yet?
This fog needs to clear
So I can ease my fears.

Thursday, September 29, 2011

Unstable

The lightest tap magnifies to a shove
I'm
    tipping
        over
            now
and now I
        fall.
But there's a hand
stretched out toward me
so I grab it
And I'm up again

But no
more
stable than I
was before