Face the Music
Old sepia print:
Black and white tale;
Distant days tint,
Daze can impale.
Glimpse from old times,
Fear trapped in chains;
Slave to lost chimes,
Afraid again.
Toll of sad rays,
Joy bleached to gripe;
Invades this day
With pus most ripe.
Linger with sad,
Loiter thoughts bleak;
Laughter loves mad,
Lines cannot speak.
Heed weary ways,
Mind funny choice;
Touch dreary days,
Noise hustles poise.
I suspect this:
Face the music;
Forfeit old bliss,
Purge thoughts tragic.
Words pile more words,
Steadfast this grief;
Anxious ways flirt,
Etch sorrow brief.
Echoes and rhymes,
Haunt with a taunt;
Whispers of times,
Taunt in a haunt.
Leon Enriquez
24 June 2015
Singapore
Copyright © Leon Enriquez | Year Posted 2015
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