At the End of the Day
I needed a little book to have
Something to write my heart desires
So burning, my heart stopped being quiet
This was enough for my pen to start.
In less than two hours I poured it all out
Things I saw but I could not yet touch
Just on point, I had no second thought
Then decided to seal the book’s mouth
Assured, I waited on him that fails not
Him alone, all desires he can meet
But waiting is now longer than once thought
Some are still there that I may never reach
Staring at the book, as if it is now strange
Makes me wonder at the end of the day
Copyright © Okunsebor Williams | Year Posted 2012
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