How do you like your time, rare or well done?

There was no gain from the pain

as there was collecting

the splosh from a splash

from tears dropping!

A stutter in the flutter

a bird's first jump

was no more

a dare in the care

that things would be

alright.

But there was a lot of

stink in the sink

that thoughts

would not fail you,

a Titanic sinking-

a life in strife.

However, there was  only chatter in the matter

that the crime against time

was in the hands of the sands.

But the turning in the burning

in the end had us fried

til there was nothing

born from something.

Reviews

[Glen's not so clean sla..]

Perhaps only when we lose everything do we stand to gain anything of worth..... or perhaps life’s just fecking UNFAIR! Well written Andrew. Thanks for sharing this one.

[θεά]

Rising from the ashes, like a phoenix. Nicely done.