Oh, Look at the Time

This isn't what I had come here to do.
I had stopped to say, “hi,” not to hear
Reminiscing: all that went wrong, and
Who was to blame. The light of the world
Grows dim in your presence. Was
Something worth doing? Say it and
Save me. Were you ever satisfied?
Probably not, not in my presence,
Not as we speak. I grow ever more
Eager be on my way, now depressed
By what I came to do.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2011-11-18 at 13:10

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