Poetry...

In A Moments Time
Why do I bother with words I'll never understand--feelings I'll never comprehend? Too often I feel like this and thrash my fists throughout the air saying that all-too-familiar phrase "life isn't fair". Days like this, when I am lost, I run to the cross -- yet still the hurt drips from my scars. Too far from reality--or my perception of it, I question myself. Tonight I quit trying to please you, but without you, who am I? I try to find out before I tire and my veins become dry. So little time until all expires; however, I don't even care I simply trudge on until fairness-whether opposing or in my corner--becomes known to me. At that moment I'll forever let go. Until then....