Dangling on the wrong side of yesterday Searching for what I never had, within what’s left Waiting for meaning in sun-bleached tomorrows That never come
Spoiler
I’ll spare you My over-bearing Want for knowing My endless Who, what, where When, why, how And what for Because we all know We’ve read
Left Waiting
If left waiting I could stand here For a lifetime Lost on the horizon In empty fields Hour after hour Sunrise to sunset Basking in
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To See
Cradled in a nest of thorns Swaddled in your apathy My cries go silent Like a still-born dream Illuminated by nothing more Than the drip
On Writing (Yet Another)
Inspiration strikes like a match In an afternoon monsoon microburst Of clichés, tired and trite The obligatory opening and closing Threadbare and uninspired A triple-dose
