AT THE END OF THE DAY
Today,
And here after,
My thoughts
Fall on deaf ears.
"Can I Be What I Make This Life?"
On the run,
During this time
With the sun
Above my head.
Nothing left to lose,
Before this day is through.
It’s too late,
The day is almost gone.
No hour can explain,
How it moves so fast.
Within a minute,
You won’t give me the time.
Within a second,
You will shut me down.
The night has risen
And I’m all alone.
Waiting for tomorrow,
If it ever comes.
©2006 Torrence King. All rights reserved.
From the poetry-art book - The Kiss of Life
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