it holds you tight
holds you in
showers you with guilt
all about

it grasps you
the more you go
the deeper you are in
the more time
the greater the grip

it encompasses you
engulfs you
swallows you up
doesnąt let you breathe

it makes you think
makes you weak
takes your time
and makes great taste

its over there and over here
its all around
but never right here

but when inside
deep inside
it holds you
doesn't allow you to leave
until you go
and wave goodbye
and then
a new one comes along

but, how long?
has it been?



© 1997 David Greg Harth
97.07.21.02:06:00@NYC