The messages
Of innocence
Of contrivance
And eloquence
Stories of gold
Spun like satin
Tongues of old
Continue talking
But it ceased to
Flow like blood
And we ended
Up playing God
Fluent ablations
Stars in the sky
Lost destinations
So ask me why
The metronome
Changes its beat
Your heart starts
S l o w to f l e e t
Communications
Simmered down
It happens, I guess
Sensations drown
And the letters left
Severed by a line
Of bits and bytes
Hey, are you fine?
Your words were
Algid, dripping of
Viscid reality and
Broken up doves
As you spoke with
A hatred, maudlin
Confessions seethe
Prayers so sullen
Worst is confirmed
By a ticking hunch
My reminisce turns
Into a hard punch
My pulse running
Frenetically now
As I attempt in vain
To reach somehow
Am I too late?
Bite nine inch nails
Did I lag behind?
Are you but a tale?
Neurotic storms
Caught in the gale
Again and again
I stumble and fail
Questions fettered
Answer my calls
Scars, lacerations
Clock strikes to fall
Are you there?
I worry, I fret, I fear
Void scenarios flare
I'm here now, dear
Too late comes the
Tears, sliding clear
Please, I do, I care
Are you still there?
YOU ARE READING
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Poetry"A robin redbreast in a cage Puts all heaven in a rage..." -William Blake