The sharp snap, another crack as
I tumble through lifes brick-a-brack.
Piles of memory
Miles a-reaching- breaching thoughts.
Every echo a one, a two
three; times along the corrador of time.
Booming loudness, fading as memorys do.
This is the rhyme i find
it occupies my mind; a din
you could say.
It wails long past bedtime
raising with a scream,
as morning light does stream.
I clamour for relife,
but lifes twisted feet keep carrying me.
These sounds assail me,
take me blind and leave a frail me.
Oh this deafenning assult!
Thank you- Oodgeroo Noonuccal
Also this is my first peice in about a year- so sorry about that!