Only Child
Looks like a lonely smile, just maybe a only child
As my days go by, as my hour’s blossom
At times in this open space I’d rather play possum
In your presence my glass is full
Half and hour later your past in nearly consumed
Like concrete my emotions extract and expand
And when I’ve become more that we could bear
My life lead contract is what you demand
Looks like a lonely child, and could be the only smile
Perhaps we could throw time into reverse
Relax and undermine this unforgiving curse
If nothing at all seems any worse
Then we shouldn’t be privileged to hurt
Life, lice, more of timely disease
A worrier finally at ease
An escape requires the keys to theses haunted seas
The only pleasure that taunted me
Looks like a lonely smile, just maybe an only child
Should this daylight torment or burn my eyes
Would you pay to see my lessons learned through lies?
Should this carpet decide not to warm my feet
Then I shall prepare to watch my health swarm in defeat
Copyright © Jerry Golden | Year Posted 2008
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