The End Is Nigh
Every time I shed a tear,
My soul runs down my cheek.
An emptiness engulfs me,
Every day of the week.
Misguided and alone,
Grasping at the straws.
Trying to decipher life,
Never stopping to pause.
Our time is borrowed,
A gift that we abuse.
We must make it matter,
In the end we all lose.
Copyright © Chris Ash | Year Posted 2009
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