She said she was killing time <br />before it killed her, <br />dragged her to her long home. <br /> <br />Heroic faith, constant as pain, <br />savage as her fierce loneliness, <br />was no match for the shadow's grim cloud. <br /> <br />Dull sleep stole empty afternoons. <br />Darkness she shared with flickering shades <br />dying on screen while she died silently screaming. <br /> <br />Whispering Ted Lowe described difficult snookers, <br />from which, if Dennis escaped, <br />she'd smile, light her fiftieth cigarette that day, <br />and wonder how it ever got so very late.<br /><br />James Mills<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/snookered/
