No Time

An action of mouth
No time for the mind
Instinct and fear speak
Leaving thought behind

Stunned he walks away
Shame-filled he cries
A cock's crow the crown
To three desperate lies

Remembering now
His foolish denial
That he would succumb
To fear at this trial

In case you don't recognise the event, this is about Peter's denial of Jesus. This one came to me at a really inconvenient time of night. Not wanting to turn my light on because I thought one of my parents would spot it and ask what I was doing, I wrote this on a notepad by the light of the streetlight just outside my window, buried under the curtains (so I didn't have to undraw them). The only editing since is that the title has been changed (the original title was 'Mouth').
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