Too Long in the Lasting
the want that gripped me…
Too Long in the Lasting
The phone shouted its silence
and I could hear no more
of her pained and saddened voice
as I tried to be mad
but was more sad
than I wanted to be
among the tattered and scattered
life of less living in squalor
with little taste for the style of the day
even though I longed for freedom
from the want that gripped me
day after day after day
with little left for the point of it all
She was to be my salvation
the end to the life of wanting
a life with no proof in the putting
for too long in the wasteland of regret
as I told her of my wayward life
of walking a trail of quicksand
that gripped and tugged at my being
like a devil’s claw that sought to deny
even the most mundane wish
or even the friendliest smile
Like the remnants of a storm
too long in the lasting
she left with little more than a sigh
and evermore me wondering why.
