Sunday, 1 May 2016

And Every Other Part


Stabbed in my heart. 

And every other part. 

I know why. 

Waiting to stop cry.

I see.

I saw. 

Walking ever with

a silent cry. 

Nothing can be done.

Still they run. 

Will it ever stop? 

Will we ever find rest?

Is this all a sick test?

A sorry jest?

Too late now.  

Standing with no

feet on the ground. 

Bitter test.

Bitter pill.

Your will. 

Will it win the day?

Will we finally just play? 

Will that be done?

Will they have true 

feet to run?

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