2017 : July

Waiting for the waning
Of the smog of sorrow,
Feast of what we’re feigning
Least of all – tomorrow

Burdened in the building:
Debits, damned, debating —
Gunny sacks for guilding,
Wondering and waiting

Once upon a lonely byway,
There, a long-forgotten highway,
Walked a boy who wasn’t certain,
Certain about many things

Once impassioned, now embittered,
Garbage from the past had littered,
Littered all with grief, and hurting,
Hurting laced in everything

There a palace long abandoned
Sat half-buried in the sand, and
Tumbleweed and force decaying,
He walked by without a look

Once upon a life worth living
Death came young, without forgiving,
Giving any chance of staying,
Staying here, within the book.

To your days, then, now attend:

All must leave us, in
The end

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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