durham

off again
the scarcity of time anguishes me
and so does the fragility of my rotten words
i struggle to tell the world
to cry out here
that i am still hanging in there
that as long as i have words
no matter how rotten they are
and as long as time still allows me to breathe
no matter how thick it gets into my lungs
i will maintain my eyes open
and my heart ajar
off again