40 Days

I trust you with my weaknesses,
you crush them with your charm,
it's been forty feckless days
since you sounded the alarm,
then as you ran for cover
I'm left naked and exposed,
bombs fall as confetti,
Earth cracks beneath my toes.
I cut my knees on impact
as I crawl for your protection,
Apocalypse can't hold me back
for all this devastation,
seems heavenly compared to life
upon this land without you,
these forty feckless days 
are devoid of any value.
The sky's ablaze with dangers,
with crippled promises,
but if loving you is fatal
then let life end like this.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2018

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Cunningham Avatar
January 26, 2018 at 4:10 PM
Do you do this for a living ? Your work is brilliant. Regards Tom
Williams Avatar
January 28, 2018 at 2:14 PM
No Tom, just a hobbyist. But I appreciate the comments, thank you
Hamilton Avatar
January 26, 2018 at 3:46 PM
Wow forty feckless days, this is stunning writing, life must end like this, spectacular writing, where have you been, must read more of you!
Williams Avatar
January 28, 2018 at 2:13 PM
Thank you, John, for all your comments. High praise indeed!
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