Hard river you never smile at me,
but I don't cry,
two thousand hearts held back a tear,
but I don't try.
You always play my game,
never hear the loud voices
of ritual and ridicule.
never even bothered to look for him,
Given up hope of seeing
the soothing hell fires.
It was a cold, dull morning,
But there must have been a warning.
Wrong time on the clock,
That's the trouble
when they tick but never tock.
They can use their hands
for other work,
Grab at the throat
with spasmodic ****.
The last of a kind,
scarred by being trapped
Life-rock for some, Alarming ignorance,
Obsession will come, Sweet sensation.



©  christhamF Jul. '11