The WalkA Poem by Bonnie MastersThis is an old diddy from an older account MorganMasters, hope you enjoy the ramblings!I have the company of many, but not great company they keep. For time is of the essence and yet still they do sleep.
I await on bated breath, the seconds until I shall see, the face's that I seek, with eyes that burn so deep.
Countless moments are cherished Countless hours are lost, Countless memories are admired, although some I do gloss.
Fresh flowers I do tread upon, they lay across the ground, My feet recount the steps of many, friends sleeping safe and sound.
Inescapable that I am here, Time passes, passes so quick Friends are waiting there for me, of shock it shows no trick
In the ground they slumber, all of my old friends, And today I shall join them, for today it is my End
© 2012 Bonnie Masters |
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1 Review Added on March 8, 2012 Last Updated on March 8, 2012 AuthorBonnie MastersManchester, Greater Manchester, United KingdomAboutI'm a college student who enjoys writing poetry, short stories and sometimes full length novels when the time screams for it! I enjoy feedback so whenever you can send me a message or a comment and.. more..Writing
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