SAVE ME

The question on her lips 

posed of intellectual thought

As if purposefully froze 

inside something I had forgot

No apology could quite come 

to query her intentions

Just as faith had begun 

to beseech the opaque inventions

Fumbling through a paperless charade 

A preset on some translucent screen

She continuously strained 

to see what it all could mean

Little did anyone know 

that each filament was a lie

Coated by a sweetened cream 

on some tasteless pie.

So exquisite to boast

That nothing anyone could bring

would have ever come close

to save even me.

Reviews

[J Todd Underhill]

I liked the write, good imagery and it kept my eyes glues to the page. Nice add to your collection my friend.