A Fear the Day
I Fear the Day
I fear the day
the sheer length of it.
It's call to actions
and not words.
Fearing it while it is
and loving it when it is gone,
right or wrong.
Evening beckons...
It's soft, amber hues of lamplight.
As I peruse a book,
another day passes
into fables of mythic storytelling.
Swaddled in the womb of light
in an eternity of night;
Until sunrise and the dread of morning,
I wake, trembling, at the start of the new day
John Tansey
Copyright © John Tansey | Year Posted 2019
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