Dropping Down
dropping down
you’ve been here too
a keepsake
stuck in the
slow lane
while
everyone else
is
speeding up
you get what
you pay for
is it only
going to
make
it
better
© 2014, J.H.
I’m one of them
you know
ready for
anything
crowned with protections
a thousand years
of bets
a fate not based
on chance
a figure
but not that
which has aligned
with the
primative
like somewhere else
surrounded by
an inland promise
come and gone
eroded away
only vaguely
familiar
a promise
no more
Outside the Night
did you notice the night?
i fell right through your eyes
to take everything
i fell right through the wormhole
just to hear a memory
fascinated by the gallows
the shape is produced
but the setting escapes me
stand outside
to take my stand
hoping
should we fear to look?
or reality?
when its raining
let go to make new ghosts
open the wind and rain
with the hourglass they stand
just to wait and see
if i care
Copyright © 2013 by Jo Heck and Rippled Words