Friday, October 02, 2009

The constrained will
Not wait for long - with every
Tick to madness, the column
Tightens and each turn of the
Screw becomes a wrench.

Perhaps the squealing steel will
Relent to you, should you keep safe the
Coded dialogue (no dip and rise, but a thump and cry)

And you will let it out,
You will let all of it out.

2 Comments:

At 11:09 am, Blogger Unknown said...

you know how i love a simple poem-gorgeous

 
At 9:25 pm, Blogger Emma said...

Thank you! x

 

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