in between the verses and rhymes
the spaces inbetween..
what remains and what needs to be said..
flowers on your grave and roses layed on our bed..
pieces of the puzzle are really pieces of sorrow..
..and as I look in your eyes I'm really seeing tomorrow..
of faces and places of people and things..
of what will be and the chains that belong tethered and leashed..
like some mad dog and her handler saying,"That's a good girl.."
after you've bitten too hard..is this way things are to be?
or are we just satisfied with accepting our fate..?
weakness is revealed so much like being crucified..
and all that can be said is let someone else deal with the problem..
it's not for me to care so just sit back and stare..
complain a little and moan and ache and just be scared..
I'd say we're in the hands of some monster..
in between the words are spaces..usually left unheard..
as such not too many people are concerned..
we bleed a little everyday more often than not..
it's our own souls we betray..
inbetween the lines of verse and poetic musings..
it doesn't have to be good..although I thank you
for taking the time out from your busy day
to read all this..time is something you can never get back..
in between the seconds of moments of future memory lapses..
By Rick Weber
May 3, 2013
copywritten
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