...11:59 pm...
A rusty chain drags along
beside him
and he can't stand me
I am always in his way
and never on his mind
I am worried and losing mine
I am tired and I listen carefully
to the sounds at 11:59 pm
He loathes the hour ending
He leaves the party ending
for him
but never for me
I remember his scars
much more than he does
and my own scars have yet
to be tended to
and shadows yet to be lit
but for now I will keep waiting on 11:59 pm
because there is no other time for me
to count on him
to let me down
Comments
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Again, you are too sweet and I Am so grateful for you :)
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Thank you sir, have a lovely day!
- AUTHOR
What a lively and lovely compliment on this fine November day. Thank you, sir. :)
The artistry of your verse has such great depth, I heard those chains dragging, I listened to your concern, very compelling poem. Indeed the emotion was felt throughout this fine piece. Bravo.
wonderful poem=)
You are so talented that I get goosebumps from the emotion within your very, very powerful heartfelt words. Take time for you... just to be, just care... about You! Be well my friend... PD
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