Time
We sit inside a vault prepared to die
Proned to ashes scent fragrance ellusive tide;
Strong impulse as a caged rat hidden in a hole
The path is now broadened to the dire sentiment unseen,
The rocks that caress the usual quest;
Time
Through its barren climatic rest a modest approval
Through oceanic base temperments such as rural;
Time can't ever be taken back once it's had...
Among vested tempers with wings on fire
Time
A scorched in slight appeased gravitational pull
In created fancy the tug at heart to light a spark
Trust that the moderation of your applause may,
Equate logic with the most radical fear
Time
I shed a single tear to numb its inner pain;
Tranformation from....
Words in outlined frame abased through a filter,
The mystery in words is it any wonder...
Time
A line formation in its exquisite text duration;
Blinded columns of pillars scorched in fear
The heat of resolution had vanquished into air;
When will we ever seem to learn
Another moment in the sun having its page turned.
Shadows proned again in desolation sheltering demise
Twice bitten once shy to rely;
A devision of sorts sprinkled on its lethal bread
Many visions of sort twirling around inside my fragile egg shelled head.
Time
Copyright © Mario Vitale | Year Posted 2012
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