Your Time Poem by victoria martinez
Your Time
The crumbling world
Bloody bricks
Falling dreams
Wicked beatings with sticks
Looking to the skies
Empty blue of no purpose
Looking to the ground
Side walk with no feet
I’m alone
Crumbling doubts
And he takes my hand
Holds me tights
This last breath
This last moment
I’m only stuck in your time
Tuesday, January 24, 2006
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