black crust

pricked promises that promoted a dream of prudent practices,
and tumbling down the hall,
went writings of a worn down wisecrack,
and finally shut down the garden of retorts,
simply sealing the lips,
for a moment of breath.

time ebbs away,
blink and return to the stage,
forgotten is castaway,
legacy is a platinum adage,
brief yet frequent blinks are a must,
simply burning way leaves a black crust.