The Briar
Tangled in a briar of wires
Securing twists from a pair of pliers.
Seated neatly in the center,
Waiting for the next to enter.
With no one else to share the space,
I’d disappear without a trace.
Together we would have such fun,
Waiting for the cut and run.
And should that time ere come to pass,
We’ll pour ourselves another glass.
And talk of things that have gone on,
While waiting for the break of dawn.
For evil invention takes its spark,
While left waiting in the dark.
But with only one other hand to hold,
All thoughts are turned back on the bold.
When hearts beat true, strong and brave,
It's always you that I will save.
And if our souls should start to mend,
We’ll fight it to the very end.
While Revelation waits out back,
It’s the Genesis I clearly lack.
Copyright © Tony Lane | Year Posted 2011
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