FLAT OUT OF TIME
Storm above us, storm within us,A storm that can cause only pain,
Can you not forgive what was taken,
Storm clouds part,
Falling from heaven like a burning red streak,
Heading for hell, Colliding with the ground,
So unyielding, Life is like a brick wall,
No matter how many times you hit it, It remains,
Smeared with your blood, Covered in pain,
You choose to ignore and forget,
Banging your head hoping for some sense,
Of what kind of sense this makes,
Wishing once again you could fly,
Laying here, Looking up,
Wondering how you survived the drop, Again.
Letting time run it's course, Until there is no time left.....
Richard E. Cartledge PHOENIX (c)
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