Death,
if seen,
then,
now burns alive within.

Unapproachable,
then,
now leads,
by hand.

Mysterious,
yet,
to those whom it was given,
now revealed,
to the ignorant, who never desired it.

That which baptised the Earth,
then,
now,
a spring that waters Jerusalem.

I can't hear anything your saying right now
Not now
I'm  busy doctoring my wounds..right now.
Don't  speak to me hush somehow.
Not now.
I'm hurting I've done some waiting.
And Now.
Not now.
My heart is bleeding right now.
So not now
I gave you space..gave you time  and now.
I gave you my logics through rhyming.
I gave yah me I am poetic chiming.
Yet you tire of my flowers of poetry.
Aye So that's to tire of me.
Let go now.
I am poetry.
Thematic delivery.
So not now.
I don't hear you...not  Now.
I can't hear you now.
I'll bow out right now..
Go away somehow.

No longer taking how yah disallow.
Lack of conversations to raise a brow.
Sorry for you,.. just not now.
Time I've needed was a must.
Because I Just needed some trust.
So Not now.
If you text I won't get it..
Not now!

I really want to see
If you reached out to me
Like you promised
And possible revel
in the silly long
Banter of our old voices.
It seems a lifetime
turns to a month
That you got older
Becoming more preoccupied.
But I don't want to let myself See
Because another let down
Would leave me lonely.