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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  • TroostAvenue on Nov 18, 2009

    I wish I knew how you did this stuff.

  • diamondpoet on Nov 18, 2009

    You have a very unique gift, please keep posting.

  • Christine Ramsay on Nov 19, 2009

    I agree with both the previous commentors. You have a wonderful gift.

    Christine

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