Description: Hadn't written anything in months, so I might ahve lost the touch abit...
Time And Again -------------------------------------------
Like painted, solid
And concrete walls
It is time and over endless lands
The thickest darkness falls
And He, observing with a hungry eye
Knowing that all the morrows are but one today
He, the only One to despise
The load of these years that wonít go away
For a lifetime spent
Waiting for something different
Iíll drown myself in sorrow
Because I see no future in tomorrow
I have to agree with Bruno...the piece was great except for one thing - I didn't get it. I got the picture of a man in africa on a hunt and all the while he doesn't know that something else is hunting him. Okay, so maybe i'm a little off. What do you think. The last line really got me. It kind of sums up everything if everything made sense to me. This has something to do with losing or death - or both?
Haven t lost the touch at all. This is very, metaphormic (is this a word? If not, you know what I mean) simply because literaly this makes no sence what so ever. I really liked the darkness of this poem, and of the references to what appears to be the devil. Good write.. I'll be reading a couple more times to try and make full sence of it. Write on..