A2

as the atmosphere calms
the silence gets closer
soldiers of thought
the mind ticking over
anxious of time
that they don’t have to waste
the sword of their words
is wielded in dread

a tightness get tighter
the face starts to glow
remembering light
from so long ago
without the help
of a popular rhyme
knowledge is worthless
doesn’t stick within time

the end of the story
is at the tip of the pen
all decided here
the what and the when
the stakes are high
the dice are rolled here
nothing can stop them …
except their own fear

life’s running out
times not on their side
soul out on the paper
the mind starts to grind
heavy with heart
the final tick clocks
nothing more to do
when the final tock stops
a look from the shoulder
as they walk out the door
second guessing ……
should I have done more?


Silver Tongue


(Copyright © Geoffrey Brett - 12/04/2008)