DECISIONS: THE END DEAD

SHADOWS
 
Days of moan.
Where there is no phone.
Yesterday’s promise,
Seemed to disappear
Through the rear.
Nights of gloom.
Where there is no room.
Today’s good-bye,
Seemed to appear
In a tear.
Mornings of death.
Where there is no breath.
Tomorrow’s treasure,
Seemed to reappear
Without fear.
Evenings of leaving.
Where there is no grieving.
Infinite’s door,
Seemed to be
Right next to me.
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