Downward Incline

Downward Incline

A glimmer of hope

just arrived.

Chisel through harmony.

Rock hard.

Raw, dry, raspy

skin.

Never will die but wont always

live.

The glimmer is a shadow.

The shadow just pushed through the 

sun.

The little house on the prarie just

cought fire.

Little Miss Alice fell down the

rabbit hole.

The beat is slow but sudden.

My life is slipping through my fingers.