A part of life’s
journey ???
The hours begin to
claw at me.
Time slips away,
filled not, I see.
To much time on my
hands.
In beams, in
waves, in bands.
Empty spaces,
invisible air.
These games of
solitaire.
This game that is
now my life.
No girlfriend, no
lover, no wife.
Tides ebb, tides
flow.
Time ebbs, times
go.
Memories remain.
Keeping us sane.
On the turn of a
card, life rides.
Behind a mask true
life hides.
What is the time
and space ?
That has created
one’s face.
These masks that
some prefer to ware.
Fashioned from
scares beyond compare.
Staring back at us
from near and far
Hiding !, just
what and who they are.
Once again, I seem
to be caught up in.
This game of solitaire
– my life- such sin.
Cutting through
the hours of my life.
Like a dull, old, rusty knife.
Severing all ties
with reality.
Creating a world
of fantasy.
These words have
been written.
Time - the soul
they have smitten
B. J. “A” 2
December
1st 2014
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