Minutes tick by - a poem
In relationships there are moments of complete stillness when silence cries out to be set free. When confusion reigns and questions remain, the decision needs to be taken, will ego come in the way or will pride make hay? who will say sorry, who will swallow their pride...
The price is paid at the altar of love, if ego and pride give way, what follows is beautiful and memorable. If not all that remains is bitterness frozen in time... what will you choose?
Minutes tick by,
Coldness enshrouds,
Dead inside we lie,
Benumbed yet proud!
The phone has died,
The mail box empty,
Heart filled with dread,
And self pity!
Time passes on,
Though meant to be,
Alone and forlorn,
Silence cries out to be set free!
Incessant chatter was ours,
Until minutes turned to hours,
Day gave way to nights,
Now, only packed with fights.
