Tuesday, December 14, 2010

tiny storms

trying to remain wide eyed
while the sands of time blow toward me

try to remain unscathed unhurt
while i dodge the sharp words that are thrown

tried to remain untouched 
after things have grabbed onto me

and here i sit wondering what effect these tiny storms will take on me

1 comment:

Lrc said...

I like this poem a lot...the image of the storms is strong and I can feel the effects of the words...