Bent Words

Bent Words

December 29, 2007

There she is, wrapped in yesterday
Wandering about the grounds
Inhaling the scents of old
Never quite knowing
What happened to today

Walking forward when she’s too tired
When all she is is who she was
Where do you go from there?
Never quite knowing
Keeping going, or let it expire

There she is, holding on so still
Miles racing by
Making the day so cold
And if she didn’t know better
She’d find some space to fill

Letting go was never her style
For no one taught her how
Praise the bounty before you
And never let life go
Despite the drifting of the miles

There she is, wrapped in grey
Wandering about the grounds
Inhaling the scents of old
Never quite knowing
Just when to walk away

That’s where sorry slips in words
She never meant to do a single wrong
Or fall beneath the golden path
And if she could do it all again
She’d make it so it never hurt

That’s where she is, once again
Hoping it never fades or dies
Holding onto the quiet beauty
Than each moment has to bring
Hoping it wasn’t all in vain

Written at 8:42 p.m.