A strike past time to spare.

A strike past time to spare.

A Poem by Lee W. Deason

The last time I looked at a clock I was knocked
off-balance by an enigmatically creepy feeling.
It was completely clear that the entity was wanting something.
An object I could not detect or find.
It is a question that is to be answered with out asking.
Almost as if she was shouting into a quite room and a man asking why she was doing this.
The answer is clear.
I do not know what the question is or the implied moral.
As I said before I was struck by an object to the heart that has caused it to stop beating.
My logic of the syntax of the emotional realm has been de-fabricated as is usually.
It just a part of feeling cryptic to the emotional affinity you hold.

© 2008 Lee W. Deason


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Added on February 13, 2008