No turning back

Not heading towards a heart attack

 

No way to halt

Not turning into a pillar of salt

 

No direction given

Not an indication of being forgiven

 

No signals have been alerted

Not the slightest chance of being deserted

 

No more poetry worth penning

Not a poison in the world preventing

 

No military brigade could stop

Not the greatest dive off a cliff drop

 

No escape from fate

Not going to portray myself with hate

 

No tension released

Not going down on you to feast

 

No talking with conversation

Not able to rid of admiration

 

No possibility to find a way out

Not ever going to be your devout

 

No more pride holding my head high

Not even death would make this feeling die

 

Once you’re in, you're in

And when you’re in,

You’re in

 

© 2011 David Greg Harth

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