I Grew Up Poor

Time (poem)... Time

Seeking a silence
A place called home
Holding so tightly
Wanting to slow things down
Not sure what could stop me
Save me
For I think it is the place I will never know again
The place before my ambition
Where the need to be important overtook me
Maybe I am seeking a crash to stop me
Wish there was a softer way to land
Don't think it is lust I need
Don't even think it is love
Not even a gentle hand
In some ways I am so sorry
That I am not a better man
Or that I will likely become
I wanted to give so many the world
However, there is nothing to give in my mediocrity
But I don't have the heart to prove anything more
For I am done
It feels so unnatural
So strange to rest with everyone
In this bed of simple delights
But I had no choice
I am dying each day
And just did not want to waste anymore time