But…. Wait

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.