The shadows grow, on darker days.
What hopes I've had, have fled astray.
I sit alone, a throne unknown,
and wish a world to stay.
But it moves on, and so must I.
With thoughts begone, with pride denied.
What must I be, to live as thee?
What toll to pay?
Why can't I stay?
My soul becomes my fee.
I'm told to laugh, to enjoy the ride.
Of those who suffer, of those who lied.
But in the end, we fall as one.
and in the end, we are all undone.
So I'll sit here, and await the day,
for the ending time, of this lifelong play.
And when the stars melt, now estranged.
My soul will remain here, quite unchanged.
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Author:
Jack Cohen (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: September 8th, 2021 21:40
- Category: Sad
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Comments3
'seat or strive
wait or strike
choices aplenty
but inevitability a certainty
waste life, or utilise
just know that, in the end
'Time': won't give a F'ck...!'
(a good read!
thanks for inspiring my own feeble reply)
and I'm sorry if my rude word choice, caused offense
no disrespect intended, just got lost in the vibe
No offense taken, that was pretty good!
Reading this made me very sad. So touching.
A great writing dear Jack. Really heart warming..🙂
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