Alone once again, in
this deafening silence I
can hardly stand.
Shadows of yesterday dance on
the wall. People I knew, places
I've been . Oh! How my heart
yearns for those days to be recalled.
The world was so new and my young
life was too.
Around the world I would go, new places
and people I would chance to know.
I spent time like it was just a thin dime.
I wasted it, gave it away, and lost it in
my young prime.
Now I wish I had capture time
in a bottle. Like a rare wine, I
would savor it, until I turned
old an refined.
But the truth is…
My time is all used up and
my vanity is all that's left
in my cup.
So, quietly I sit, watching shadows
dancing on the wall. Silently wondering
when Gabriel will call.
Jackie R. Kays
Things are not quite that bad. It's two in the morning and I'm feeling
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