Monday, 11 November 2013

Debris

by Nancy Snipper

 

Clear away the debris,

All away.

 

Put it in a sack.

But then

It always comes back.

 

My mind is set,

 Ready!

Start!

Go!

 

Help from beyond

Is all I know.

 

There's never any air.

 

There's only the eyes

Of a distant stare.

 

Mine will never be

Mine will never come

Mine is just a little life

Smaller than your thumb.

 

Life is

lifeless

 Love is

loveless

Friends are

friendless

And nothing is

only.