Saturday 16 March 2019

THE DAYS

THE DAYS

so much left back there’s
barely a muscle thread 
to hold today

the scree days scatter
the thoughts
barely a foothold on

today                   yes
there was yesterday 
before yesterday 

barely

a breath to taste the tears
but a waterfall falls falls
into the chasm

there it is past emerging 
there it hands off
not this way 

FORBIDDEN 

today
yesterday 
before yesterday 
barely tomorrow 

and you tell me
to hold on





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