Running Out Of Time (Poetry)

God knows where it went
I just know it’s gone
life’s been overspent
habit limps along
grabs at anything

to get through the day
manage a weak smile
pave the wretched way
soothe the nerves awhile
quell the bitter sting

until reason finds
a hook for sane thought
as the wheel slow-grinds
an idea is caught
small and fluttering

searching for the light
any tiny chink
in the hope it might
keep me from the brink
where my old ghosts fling

dreams into the dark
love’s illusion gone —
died and left no spark
while the years plod on
nothing new to bring