Tuesday, March 29, 2016


I set about to build a life,
once contrived
but lived unfulfilled

Apart from me the visions spewed
great yarns and lore

Inside the melt, decay
and rust did take its toll

Until the clock struck 9
and midnight loomed

For it slipped by so quickly
for the most part

the life, you wished and had
like sand through your fingers

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