My Time

My Time (II)

It is a fallacy,

a fantasy,

a stupidity

of mine

to have believed

your promise.

For your cemetery

of delusions

is full of corpses,

and I will not be

one of your dead.

I am no longer

a victim of circumstance,

a pawn,

a piece to be moved

at your will.

I am me,

a man of passion;

and this

is my time.

 

6/8/12

Reviews

[Patricia B. Hepler]

..'cemetery of delusions..' Especially like this line.. Your passion is evident. pat

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Thank you Pat.

[Ian H Morrison]

oh wwell done a really good poem well thought out and written salavateingly well.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

written last night in pain and anger!

[Yheela]

Great!
*applauds.*

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Thank you so much Yheela. I wish I had the intellengence and mastery of English you have, But forgive me I AM Scottish!!!

[Yheela]

Hahaha!
I prefer Scottish to English any day. ^_^

[Ian H Morrison]

hey i am scottish too but live in yorkshire now

[Yheela]

Yay! It's a right Scottish Bonanza! XD

[Ian H Morrison]

lol

[John Alexander McFadyen]

He buy one get one Free!!!!!!

[Yheela]

lol

[Chemical Kitten]

Beautifully written! Your writing voice stands loud and clear. Very strong and powerful. I wouldn't change any of it.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

That is such a wonderful compliment. Thank you so much!