sentimental (Remove filter)
The time is crawling
The time is crawling
On this slippery Friday afternoon.
My body is trapped
In an hourglass room.
My poor empty body
Can no longer feel the pain.
There is a dry flower
In the corner.
I have been staring at it
For the past hour.
Does it crave love
That I can no longer give?
Saturday 6th February 2021 10:16 pm
Recent Comments
Larisa Rzhepishevska on I Know Those Who Hate The War
2 hours ago
Russell Jacklin on Death of Fanny Adams
5 hours ago
LEON STOLGARD on An act of kindness leads to a divine reward
11 hours ago
LEON STOLGARD on Le Chat noir
12 hours ago
raypool on Death of Fanny Adams
13 hours ago
raypool on celestial school of verse
13 hours ago
Stephen Gospage on An act of kindness leads to a divine reward
14 hours ago
Stephen Gospage on June 2025
14 hours ago
Tom Doolan on Here Today Gone Tomorrow
17 hours ago
Red Brick Keshner on celestial school of verse
21 hours ago