The Dusk of Anger

We have never spoken

Not with words just joking

Until the moment has passed

For the humor never lasts

 

And now in his autumn

the days they have caught him

As he lay

In disarray

 

So when does someone step in

Or anyone begin

And make request to stop

For it is time to pick crop

And leave the eggshells behind

This should be his find

 

And we have never talked,

And we have never walked

And I am not sure we ever will

And I am looking out for the kill

~Looking out for the kill

by Alex Hoffman

 

Explored July 30, 2009 - #43 - Thanks Everyone !

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