What If Why Not
Memories of the type.
Too far to be kind.
Are forested by layers.
Burning holes in my
mind.
What if.
What could have been.
What was always
unseen.
Why not.
What now.
To and where I have
already been.
The fire to unhappiness
are flaming with trust.
The nails in my coffin.
Are shining with rust.
My lies did not blow
inside before the snow.
I am the driver of lust..
My soul is lost.
Beyond what's left of
my time.
Strikes the hand on the
clock.
Sand into the dust.
Copyright © Unic Cjonr | Year Posted 2013
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