Yet the future creeps up on us with the subtlety of a ninja, and i am reminded of yesterday with snatches of past conversations, hints of troubled times and dreams of those I couldn't save. Futures stained by the fear of blood shed in vain of ambition scorned
forehead crumples as the wit fails to form, eyebrow bends on furrowed temple, cogs rust and shudder inside weary mind stuck under broken umbrella damp with sodden ramblings, once so eloquent, now hackneyed,