Pity… the fool…
A moment’s lapse that’s caught by some attraction perhaps
Thoughts in dreamy daylight sleeping sound amid the noise
I awoke to find a hollowed grasp where once a fuller grip
Did hold in keeping time; a firm and certain trusted ship
How long the tarry; paused in frame of mind and body?
Frozen aspirations thaw as brittle lifeless icy schemes
I wonder at the world I’ve lived and wonder why on earth
I’m full of life yet incomplete within, I fear a dearth
I’ll draw from sorrow’s well a quenchless brewing broth
And spew these fetid verdicts forth to face my private being
Curse the thieving benefactor’s gift of hopeful prospect
Whose price I’ve reimbursed in precious moments, I suspect
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