Something

Sometimes I worry      
living life in a hurry        
my words struggle and stumble        
falling off in an endless struggle       
        
drips of meaning diluted        
meant to induce now polluted        
lost in the movements        
not living nor here        
I think they are choking        
gasping for air        
       
the window is shut        
still the winds blow them away        
are they breathing at all        
on this cold winter's day        
       
or are they left hanging        
dangerously dangling      
fraught with dispair        
alone in the darkness        
waiting for someone to hear