on we go

everything has an end

no matter how much

I try

to hold on.

I grip at the days

add one in front

of another

but time will not slow

and it is only

inevitable

that the days

will be ripped

out of my grasp.

And now

I can feel

every minute

every second

ticking in my mind

every beat a loss

every beat an urge

every beat intestifying

the displeasure.

oh how time

loves to be cruel

stretching

and bending

right in front of me

keeping desires

out of reach.

but everything

has an end.

and someday

I will be able

to hold on

once again.

until then

there is pain

and I will suffer

but on we go.

on we must.