Time stamps IED’s on the hearts of the young
Beeping, brooding underneath the skin
Finish me, finish me, she screams in the dark
Take all that is yours, then take what is theirs
Never too early to steal a night, never too late
To trample on the right
Because you can never be done serving
The wishes in the well of a heart gone awry
The depth of the heart ready to say goodbye
Is inconceivable to the living, but poignant
To the half-alive, I spell out the blood flow
Of the line I tread, each night I dread
The needs and demands of tomorrow
Could I just stay in bed and watch the stars
Multiply above my head, with no need to work
No need to slave, and actually enjoy
One of these fleeting days
There’s always so much to do
And always so little time
I no longer wonder why some
Would rather not even try
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This is wonderful. From the very first line, I was immediately drawn in. The image really adds to the atmosphere of the poem too 🙂
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