No Favor In Age....

no favor in age....

by Charri Hensley on Friday, 12 June 2009 

may i insinuate myself into this life?
Does it have room?
oh so many questions i have,
yet the answers come slowly ...
or not at all.
For all the days i have gone throught i cant forget,
i try..
As if i was kept in a lovely golden cage,
Alone dance i, here .....
dance i here without daylite.
fade away my dreams into what you make them,
Pools of silver wanting,
drowning a mile under my thoughts,
did i care?
was there a struggle?
I did not win.
would you allow me to curry favor with your soul?
may i find safe haven in your visions.....
are they of me?
you could be the most dangerous man in the world,
you are a taker of hearts,
a grande artist of wicked desires.
I have seen them at play,
here in my dreams,
how i would run,
if lagged feet would but move,
far would i away to go,
yet not a move make I.
held in place by the hand unseen,
your hand,
how i would try yet again to curry great favor with you,
there it may not be...
grip tight round
thin skin,
black mark,
even more black the heart,
you.....
monster,
villian,
killer,
of...
youth and dreams.