Wednesday, 29 September 2010

Now lost,

Words trickle and yet don’t run
Frozen in the moment’s breeze
Another turn wasted and done
Searching for the suited keys
Sit. Watch time pass again
Pressure? Until dawn maybe.
Breathe and wait until then
Eyes blurred, tears cold
Talking’s not wanted here
Stories bored already told
Clutching nothing but fear
I can’t play, I never learned
Not picked, never hurt
Now lost,

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