But Often Pausing Is
But often pausing is
An invite to life
To make decide for you
Like with Alex
Who but stood and held
That glittering in his hand
And before he knew
He was gone from the Earth
Too quick to scream
His angry surprise
At his sudden change of place
Yet when time was his again
To let his anger out
He felt too sick
And collapsed easily
Upon the cold hard dirt
Of home fair home
At least that is what
It once had been
But now
No now so much
Was it at all
Aye Vryth had changed
Since last he trod
Her sweet purpleness
And something else become
That made him sad
In his soul's own depths
Charles Petrie
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
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