never left alone
done skipped out
and turned to stone
maddening echoes
once again..
rapping on the hinges
on my door..
who comes in and
is left out
isn't such a mystery
as much as a
chorish borish
delite..
strung out on
emotional self-servitude
alone with clocks
on the wall
and bitter sweet rhymes
does it count
up to ten..
will my mind
ever mend..
with dusted and trusted
memories in the wind..