Long shadows
Narrow streets of opportunitysqueeze dry men to bone
straw hopes burn brightly
as idle dreams moan
long shadows swing high
over the neck of pitted man
as he watches from the sidelines
the race he never began
unanswered questions tumble
headlong into gaping mouths
the truth is all he wanted
but time is running out
and as the dark thread leads him
away on rumours edge
he counts the pearls in his pocket
and recalls what he tried to forget.
© Rik - 03/02/2007
Poetry by Rik
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Written on 2007-02-04 at 04:59
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