bleck
a thousand affections
stacked precisely
atop one another
could not form
a ladder strong
enough to aid my escape
existing in a world
where one whisper
one touch
enough to pulverize
earth to make
a cave
to offer shelter
as the winds
blew harshly
darkness. walls as
thick as dead
and rotten dreams
fallen from an
old man's lips
as he realizes
it flashes before
him. what a waste
what was it for
instances seeming
so insignificant
when added up
could have been
the difference
between life and death
a lifetime of regret
so huge it devours
him from inside out
rotten teeth
saggy flesh
wasted space
one more dance
one last gaze upon
a face forgotten
he'd give anything
the lint from his
faded pocket
a lock of his
brilliantly white
spotted-head hair
he'd give his soul
if he hadn't already
traded it in
for flesh newer than
hers. for a chance to
start anew.
dear old man
you only get one go
at it
one pass to stand
in line for the
thrill of a lifetime
its too bad you chose
the most crowded of days
and lost out