Nothing
Clock
ticks
Counting
down windows of opportunity
Until
the squeeze is felt
It
pinches
Chokes
And
it leaves one with vanquished resolve
The
aloneness is palpable
Any
promise, but a lie’s nom de guerre
Eventually
waking up
Taking
in reflections
Seeing
nothing
Nothing
Nothing
at all
Some
clouds have no silver lining
They
are dark, wide and threatening
And
when the rains come
They’ve
always come
The
torrent never relents
Copyright SGW 2013
