When I say weak what I mean is
meek. I speak? My words disappear
in the sound of the creek. My I
cannot see. It's stuck behind my
eyes. My mind fails to rewind.
Good. Disagreement fails to
forget and regret falls down
for the same reason. I cannot
help but say season after reason.
Spring has become a raisin and
I will not try to remember
grape. Or should I? Again,
thinking. Thinking again.
And the dot dot dot means
wait wait wait until the
fate comes across and I
need not need any
more. Space will
always fail to rhyme
with time. Minutes
are too short to allow
the proper number
of breaths.
Roman Ryan 