I had nothing to say

I Had the Floor

Gazing back upon the gore,
time past beyond, bizarre.
A simple short, infinite fray,
it’s gone my soul, the light

There’s one nearby, the grand tzar.
His laugh, it scalds, a frozen snore,
it leaves me burnt with tender scar.
Yet it stays, my will, my fight.

Offered now the open door,
I see it there, through mist of tar.
But I want a chance, my say, a settled score,
let me up to speak I pray.

And I’m given the floor,
yet have nothing to say

John 01/2010