Tales of the day

Caleb.A

 

It’s 5am today, I can’t hear the snores 

But I’m several deep breaths away from waking. 

My alarm won’t wake me - my body will. 

I’m used to this now, 

But that doesn’t change  

How my body feels. 

Early mourners; 

Early risers, 

It's not death, but its close. 

Like taking center stage at your funeral, 

Shedding tears as you share your own eulogy. 

He was a great man, so patient 

So…. 

So what! 

It doesn’t matter now; 

What matters now is now. 

  • Author: Caleb.A (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 27th, 2019 10:09
  • Category: Unclassified
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