OYE MI POEMA!!!!!!!!!!!!

This small verse I just stumbled upon in a notebook looking for weird song weds... It is not quite yet a poem, yet it's something... It has potential I think... Here you go:


Stumbling back
on my hands and
knees through coal dust
to get back
to where I was
before; when I had
no reason to be happy
other than the fact
that the weight of
life had not pressed
down on my head
then; nearly as much as
now.

The years pass....