September 13, 2008

skylight

hands and head
bleeding profusely
legs spent
lungs burning

cracks like lightning
spreading
it can't take
much more of this.

nor can I.

I could just make good
underneath
safe from the rain
ample space
for comfort
and even a really great life.

but something in me says
that I have to break through
even if it kills me.

I suspect I might die
if I don't...