Twelve Seconds In a Minute
Another empty minded conversation held in silence
My epilogue scribbled on a napkin
A sobering dose of reality and the duality of the mind
Tied down with twine kept held together through the riggers of time
Best if sipped like fine wine
the inverted view of the converted saint
Ain’t life swell
Sometimes a living hell
As the bell tones
Mild groans as the mind pressures its frame
Grosse collection of memories that are filled with surprise
Suppressed by speech I learned everything no one can teach
The leech bleeding time dry
Under the radar scrapping by
A bleach that digs down deep to remove the stains of sin
Inclined to tell the truth
Just the curse of youth
A tactician in fact please listen
My words are superba
Melodic with a hint of super sonic
A tonic that carries the chronic chiller
Extravagant killer hitting with a slight delay
No longer able to hold feelings at bay
The sunlight of a dreary day
Simple appeal with the ability to steal your heart from your chest
I’m not blessed just a crest of a wave waiting to concave
Are you brave enough to save yourself
Twelve seconds in a minute
Grin and bare it
Unbearable, incomparable, silent strong and sobber
The last four leaf clover
Copyright © William Hearn | Year Posted 2006
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