deepundergroundpoetry.com
matriculants peom
I was given a day to spend
12 hours in my hands
1 minute still stands
My tied future unwind
A perfect path I must find
The sweet melody has been played,a lovely song it should have been,a smooth voice I should have listened too. While hoping for the better and not expecting the worse.
Maybe we still hope and fear,but the end is near,will we still hear?I wonder,
If we should count the clock that tells the time.
Our moment has arrived,one second to go and it will be the end of the melody.
My heart rejoices as I walk towards the battlefield
Sweet memories I will make as I cross over.
12 hours in my hands
1 minute still stands
My tied future unwind
A perfect path I must find
The sweet melody has been played,a lovely song it should have been,a smooth voice I should have listened too. While hoping for the better and not expecting the worse.
Maybe we still hope and fear,but the end is near,will we still hear?I wonder,
If we should count the clock that tells the time.
Our moment has arrived,one second to go and it will be the end of the melody.
My heart rejoices as I walk towards the battlefield
Sweet memories I will make as I cross over.
Published 28th Nov 2013
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
likes 2
reading list entries 0
comments 3
reads 703
Commenting Preference:
The author encourages honest critique.
29th Nov 2013 5:32am
you illustrate a very joyful vision. the battle may be bitter, but there will be victory...
Anonymous
29th Nov 2013 9:53pm
What a powerful write. You got me thinking here. If I knew what would be in the next 12hours.....how would I live each minute before it? Brilliant thought provoking write! :)
29th Nov 2013 10:26pm
