Rigor Mortis

Ticking away, the continuous snigger of time
Each a miscarried moment that could’ve.
A steady trickle of clean water into the muck of days decayed.

An incessant ransom call

Wake up, It’s time to give up
The grass is always greener when you’re blind.

Somewhere, somehow, I’ve lost the beat.
My ghost continues in the endless relay
Stuck mid leap, still and numb, only moving through time.

Reviews

[DeerInHeadlights]

I am so glad to have found you.. the first stanza just makes me so sad to think upon. you are very talented..

[AlistairDumonte]

Props to you my dear sir, for proving to me that there is at least another person out there that has these thoughts. You have written something very akin to my own words on occasion and I appreciate them so much. Thank you and keep it up!

[. serah .]

-- for me, this is a brutally beautiful piece of poetry... -- the image of "an incessant ransom call" is unbearable and unforgettable... -- sometimes, maybe we just have to wait for life to unravel...