Tuesday, September 3, 2013

Poem: Nothing


Clock ticks
Counting down windows of opportunity
Until the squeeze is felt
It pinches
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 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

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