Definitely a bit cliché, but I always want to contribute at least something whenever a writing prompt comes along. Especially so as I hadn't done any poetry for a while. I've been concentrating more on lyrics. First draft business too: He seldom sat this way.
His jaw clenched tight
A twist in his gut
He looked away, fenced
In by rushing thoughts He settled and met her gaze
She blinks, pupils dilated
So long had he awaited another glimpse
He bites his lip with baited breath
His broken heart rolled three blank dice The first rolls with a thirst of a soul enticed
One that has to think twice
Each side strung along
by various lies The second beckoned questions
As it slowed
The tension grew
What could he ask out of the blue? The third remained clouded.
Strained as he waited for an answer.
And as nothing came
He knew he was free again.