Treasure Island

Gerry Legister

(21/01/66 / Silver Spring, Westmorland, Jamaica)

Changing circumstances


Nerves crack and slit,
Changing faces all through the night,
Fluttering with different mast,
Beat the withered veins in either breast,
We curse the crocus day,
Mildew without decent pay,
Changing circumstances,
Lost the opportunities and chances,
Jingle and crushed with cruel blow,
Joy wrench from this present life,
To hear no more prayers,
Nor received fragrances and flowers,
Pleasures swept by in persistent strife,
Into the sunken bubble we drop down,
Upon memory deep churning ocean,
To hear no more the sweetest melody,
Echo when time turn to dash away
From earth we are swallowed by time,
Leaving the thinnest skeleton behind.

Submitted: Sunday, May 12, 2013
Edited: Friday, September 13, 2013

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