Alexandra Nik Poet Verse

Three Days' Grace

I'm tired of getting lost in fireworks' woods.
I wonder if you want me to confess.
Don't bother trying handle swinging moods - 
tomorrow you'll find one to clean the mess.

I hope there's nothing on to keep you up
like me. No worries - paying for the past.
That's great about you: knowing how to stop,
it's helpful, too, when time is up at last..

That's cruel enough: to crush the World of OZ
without even trying to forget.
At least, it's not my call - to up the dose
Each day, until it turns into regret 
'bout something that you hadn't even thought 
through. It's just simply a waste of time
and nerves. Everything you hadn't bought 
at some Price is the subject of the Crime. 

I'm lucky you're not in reading mood 
'cause this might've already made me caught.
I'm Grandma of the great Red Riding hood,
still hoping for the better 
                                   being shot.

23.08.2013
NikA

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Carol Eastman June 1, 2014 at 10:12 AM Wow! I can tell you've had time to really think this thru. A sad, and haunting piece but a tremendous write... You're emotions and thoughts truly carry us the whole way... I hope there are better times for you.

Poet Tacito August 27, 2013 at 7:41 AM Holy crap. This was dark, twisted, yet honest and from the heart. The dark side of "love". "To crush the World of OZ", damn fine line.