“I paid in full” not to see the cost
Too, I delayed my let and finally lost
This longing, that nostalgia, my bet
My foot, an empty space & no step

A nail’s bent with the clock’s weight
Tics: sticks. Tocs: stones. Words: late
In these four walls there are no doors
A window scores in all my metaphors

Come, knock on the maze of conceal
Stone the ‘party block’, this minefield
The same never fight for the due stay
For ‘game night’ belongs to my today

The seasons, they total the account
Reasons + vocals are as the ground
My ‘Groundhog Day’ is a night’s blog
My frights got their pay. I get the fog

© Ricardo Sexton


via 🔥 Blurred Eyes. — Ricardo Sexton