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Monday, 20 July 2009

Unfinished Diary Entry - 6

A scalpel would cut it all away
No more pain, just irony.

All this time, or maybe not, maybe not anymore
I've had enough

Of all the maybes
And the times
I don't know what's for
Real?

The wireless goes off
Too late
Too late

I had all that time
But no watch

Slipping away under my fingers
I end up clutching at myself

Nothing could ever be like that night
But only ever in my mind

Cowardice?
Or caution?
You decide.

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