Blistering, bitter, bleak –
The time blistering as the ache broke me,
B…B... But…wait.
Roll the dice “May the odds be in your favour”
Wish for the best, “beautiful”
B…B... But…wait.
I waited too long. Or. Not.
…Short – the time was cut short. ST…R...E…T…CH – that out.
Yes…. Stretching that pain out, slow and deadly.
He’s calling again. The grim reaper … he has reopened the wounds.
Pulled up a seat to sit, silently to observe the slow death of me, you and us.
Guess? He is back – the white flag
has been raised and it’s been gone.
B…B... But…wait.
No, it’s too late… Gone.