Tuesday, 26 February 2013


The only thing that used to crack was the excitement and the possibilities that hung in the air
But that was long before the clouds came down
Before the hard rains fell
Before life stopped forgiving

Now I chip and scratch at every turn 

And keeping hold of everything is hard enough -
The thoughts inside my head and
The hearts of other people –

The arrogant way that yesterdays keep slipping
Through my fingers without one single kind farewell
And the cold, cold future that must be faced
Where only chaos and decay
Have gained the upper hand,
Why must the endings be so cruel?

bobby stevenson 2013

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