~ A Prodigal Boy ~

Once I...

Was a boy who

Toyed with time

Scattered it wide

Wasted it sublime

Spilled it like brine

From a cistern;

Now time...

Has taken its turn

For it spills me

Like sour beef

Or rancid meat

In putrid heaps

Where pyres burn.

--Misery

Reviews

[Meraki]

Lessons are often learned in hindsight. You and time are not yet through with one another. I've missed you my friend.

[Misery]

It's good to see your words again, my friend. Thank you for the encouragement.

[sette]

what is important is the realization that comes after that is what is important

[Misery]

Yes, to learn and understand what has happened. Thank you for the review, dear poet.

[Onlyme]

Dramatic, dark and hauntingly good.

[Misery]

Thank you, dear poet. Your words are deeply appreciated.