Desperation
A bitter image
Of a life left un-lived
Somewhere along the way
The sky lost all of it's blue
And the loss of that life was whole
No solution
Art the 11th hour
The end of the line falls short
No quarter given.
There’s a Crack in my spine and whole in my chest.
Somebody told me the concrete was best
To fall on your knees and get into prayer
Status spat on.
Who’s your neighbour?
There’s a Crack in my spine and whole in my chest.
Somebody told me the concrete was best
To fall on your knees and get into prayer
Use and age
Obsolete.
There’s a Crack in my spine and whole in my chest.
Somebody told me the concrete was best
To fall on your knees and get into prayer
Time has crowned you
King of beggars
Time has made you
Lord of Un-saids
Nothing, no one, cares for deadbeats.
Paid with time
Looking back not looking forward
Paid with youth
Day in. day out. What’s done different?
Paid with bone.
Grief yields regret. Provided you can't see past your senseless dreaming
Status spat on.
Who’s your neighbour?
What could have been is not and what is not is buried deeper than the reach of your frail hands
I am become none.
Keep looking back and you might just see your grave
With nothing written with no name to speak
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