Sunday, 29 April 2012

Poem - Waiting Room

Not a new poem, written a while ago but my poor bare blod needs a wee something added to it before it feels too neglected!


Tick, tock. Tick, tock.

Slow motion picture scene

Heavy eyes and weighed down limbs

Memories flicker...of what has been

Tick, tock. Tick, tock.

Another minute. Another check

Lights fade and sound is no more

No mercy mission can save this wreck

Tick, tock. Tick, tock.

Statue of stone in the coming dawn

Others return to the land of the living

Lights put out and the curtain is drawn

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