Wednesday, 19 October 2016

A Minute of Struggle.

How many darts could one pull
over the board of a tiny heart?
Step back for a minute
let it breathe, 
let it stay alive for a li'l while;

Each face has a story to tell
something to hide, s'thing to expel
Pause for a minute
read the unwritten
let it speak and unwind; 

Not that life has a meaning on each turn
some are lost, some are gravely defined
Stop for a minute
look at the roads
let it walk down to an unseen aisle.

No comments:

Post a Comment

Hey! Before you leave, i wish you a good day or...night.