one day you will find a letter

words escaping form a drowning man

giving in

losing hope

surrendering

to the hands of time



so hard to see what's leaving you

the youth draining from our eyes



so hard to feel what's killing us

the slow, collapsing of our lives



my hands have lost their substance

they slowly lose all shape before my eyes

always shaking

always thinning

always numb

always fading 

in the light of day