by pete marshall
Pride & dreams were laid upon
a smorgasbord of shattered souls,
yet dude was smooth and played his tune
as time would pass and pay its toll.
Hope was breathed as clocks would tick
whilst stifled air would fill the room,
faces strained in summers heat
to force a smile beyond the gloom.
Silence fell on nervous smirks
who doubted all their wasted years
that lived a life beyond respect
whilst hiding from financial fear.
Cards were played upon a desk
as jokers tried to pass the time
looks were glanced with eyes ahead,
the scythe was splayed across the line
and all were left with mouths aghast
as blood would flow across the floor,
The Carver claimed these wasting souls
then licked his lips, their life no more.
This is my poem for the award winning One Stop Poetry and their weekly poetry fest, One Shot Wednesday.
Last night One stop Poetry were the proud recipients of winning a Shorty award in the categorary Art. Well done to everyone who helped make this possible...thankyou