With the sting
fingers tingle,
neck tenses as the world,
poising,
awaits the ambush...
so who will be the first off the handle,
does any still think you can hold back
as if withholding permission for the inevitable
insanity,
as if disconnected from the message
of the passage of time ?
Death beckons in every angle,
taunting you
to step away from your life
for nothing
and yet there is no reason left to stay
either...
the snare was set
secretly in ages past
the cobweb hides its surety
stronger than the will to resist
all but unheeded few
have slipped away already
into forgetfulness
soon to be forgotten,
no soul left but anger
of recriminations
or submission to fate...
until life is renewed