Lifes Gift
As I sit here and listen in silent reverie...
Remember When,
Friends always listened to you...
Sometimes I wonder
What people see...
Life Is Hell
By Mark Spencer...
"As we grow older we learn that the one...
With life you're given one long rope
Which becomes our line to live and hope...
The stretched out time we endure
Is coated in the silence of unspoken words...
Muted bright was snuffed that night
Under the sightless sky...
There is no warmth nor light nor sound
as I lay here, trussed up and bound...
Square, spotty and full
Simple, scarred and a little rough...
Tightly bound in a
Tangle of her own making...
Across the water there is a town
I will love forever and now...