Monday to forget Sunday and Saturday.
Tuesday to plan Wednesday.
Thursday to remember Thursday.
Friday.
In the bathroom I polish my mirror.
Turning the hourglass wondering what I've lost.
"You've found nothing and so, you've lost nothing."
The voice of angel Death.
Heard only when I lose consciousness under bath water.
Rise again, search for God's scrutiny.
Wipe my eyes, blot my nose.
I fail to glimpse my siren.
Ah, a time to reflect.
A collection to publish.
A thought to be sharpened.
No.
Only words to be ignored.,
May 5, 2016
May 5, 2016 at 9:06 PM UTC
Monday to forget Sunday and Saturday.
Tuesday to plan Wednesday.
Thursday to remember Thursday.
Friday.
In the bathroom I polish my mirror.
Turning the hourglass wondering what I've lost.
"You've found nothing and so, you've lost nothing."
The voice of angel Death.
Heard only when I lose consciousness under bath water.
Rise again, search for God's scrutiny.
Wipe my eyes, blot my nose.
I fail to glimpse my siren.
Ah, a time to reflect.
A collection to publish.
A thought to be sharpened.
No.
Only words to be ignored.,
Tragedy
