Through The Thickets Poem by Edwin Baldwin

Your perfume lingers in the hall.
The radio remembers our favorite song.
Young lovers strolling hand in hand.
Hungered sighs of passion once again.
Forgotten Rat searching for his Monkey Cat
lost in a dream.... worlds apart.
Cause has slowly made us blind
effects have quickly stolen time.
The setting of a chokehold has now begun.
Never the time to see what we've become.
Spinning, spinning, round, and round
trying, trying, as we're falling down.
Borrowed hands, and two grains of sand
falling fast through the hour glass.
Yes, merely just passers bye
clinging to each others side.
Curse the day, and mock the sun
for the rags of time have surely come.
Pain zeros in on the mark
striking arrows through the heart.
Our cries of helpless sorrow beg
from out of the thickets, where we lay.