The Months Have Crept. Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

The Months Have Crept.



The months have
Crept.

The years have
Crept.

Time
Threw I away!

Now
All the ghosts
Of old mistakes
Together round
Gather and come
And torment me
A pound of flesh
Is not enough.

My face is pale
My face rigid
My eyes grow wide
Age flows with tide.

Thursday, August 14, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: time
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