I wait in the moment...
I wait in the moment
for time to stand still
and find myself wishing
for a magic time pill...
Where nothing gets old
and nothing breaks down
and everything lovely
just goes round and round...
So tired of the fighting
with words and with guns
so tired of the burning
beneath the cruel sun...
I sit in this minute
and breathe in the time
with snitches of tingles
igniting in rhyme...
Outside all the blackness
is bouncing the walls
I sit in my silence
so deaf to its call...
Joy Weare,
2nd December, 2009.
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