Tuesday, April 26, 2011

the struggle

stolen

instantly gone

escaping my grasp

jerking my heart

shouting in my ear

and I cry

not yet please not yet

the master of broken promises

talent of fierce cruelty

i am nothing but a nuisance

locked in the struggle

trapped

fighting for air

for a voice
for a whisper
for a murmer
for a whimper

for a breath

surrendering to Time.

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