Allowed

Setting past the time, living on a dime-alone
Wandering in hell— waiting for the spell-allowed
You never known it, all the ways you could pretend to
be alive, you should’ve known it-- whether allowed…allowed

Toss and turn abyss…looking for the peace, alone
Waiting for the dawn. Sweat pours down…the brow—allowed
She didn’t make it, all the ways she couldn’t take it, bearing down life 
unrelenting, heart much too fragile to take it.

©2011 by John C. Thomas