Poetry 'n Prose

No Reprieve

There’s been no reprieve;
When I’m late for a good idea
And even if I tell my story
I have neither the time
Nor the patience
to listen

There’s been no letting up;
When I run to catch the last chance
And find myself
On the wrong conclusion
Stranded hunched against
The wall

There’s been no answered prayer
Disparate I rummage now
Finding your love has
Fallen through the hole
In my pocket and
I miss you more


By 67paintings

A dialectical site of poetry, painting and the odd musical excursion into the unknown.

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