A darkness falls
over a weary face
Like a raising storm when you can see the cloud line passing beneath your feet
Time is never on our side
We fight to live
a peaceful
Meaningful existence
Most of us fail
We wither away
Lonely
Hurt
Pathetic
Angry
The list stretches
into our eternities
We all fall short of the finish line like so many before us
Buried
Rich
Horny
Tired
A weary body
Can only
Last so long
The final resting place
A shallow dirt bed
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Author:
Karsten Turrey (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I would like educational feedback, anything you would add in, leave out, change position, etc just getting into poetry and anything helps. Thank you to all who read this short poem
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I think after reading enough poetry of other people and different styles you learn to make those changes on your own as to creating your own style, how it feels right to you. You're on a roll. Don't stop now. ; )
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