11-07-2013, 05:22 AM
Say what you wish, now we're alone
inside our common dread.
I will not speak to criticise,
for time we squeeze in clapping hands
must not slip free to run like sands,
through fingers hot and swollen red.
I say so little anymore,
of consequence or worth.
Since youth bowed out, exit stage left,
and credence left on cue,
this play has gone from bad to worse.
tectak
2012
inside our common dread.
I will not speak to criticise,
for time we squeeze in clapping hands
must not slip free to run like sands,
through fingers hot and swollen red.
I say so little anymore,
of consequence or worth.
Since youth bowed out, exit stage left,
and credence left on cue,
this play has gone from bad to worse.
tectak
2012