I start to say things then find myself deleting them. Full emails get written up without getting sent because I know they'd have no impact and mean nothing, or maybe it's because I worry about what reply I might get.   Guess that's just life... Hmmm what to write before racing off to work...


Words left unspoken, time just drags on.
Reading and rereading what she has,
her heart falls in defeat.
No one to blame but herself,
the thoughts consume her,
eating away at her being.
The light at the end people aim for,
slowly fades from her reaching fingers.
Oblivion.