i was in a hurry once but not anymore not since that time i tried to make sense of things rolling it between my fingers,
Tag: Prose
Nothing
I grow tired of the reflection How it always stares back at me Like an old friend I’ve watched over the years Condescending, knowing, judging
Empty, Within
The glory of the passing Shared among the weak Claimed by the strong Hold it up with pride Bear witness to this Ignore as my
Plenty of Time – No Time part 2
I’ll put it away now, for later, maybe Crudely wrapped in blue smoke and Pounding fists, squinting eyes, ripped pages Thankful for the occasional flicker
Hide & Seek
I can’t remember How many days it’s been Lost in these hours Through deep exhale The crisp autumn air Burns cold With each inhale There’s
Would I
If I was given the gift, or curse Of knowing this would be Our last night together That there would be no morning No continuation
