Beginnings
The morning,came as
an extension of the night and year,
forsaken by time
the start of a new beginning,
a grey cloud,I do not recall to care,
but at last,
to speak and hear,
above ones mental din,
was my answer to loud
I do not recall to care
I could have sat as the day is long
with,but a wall to stare at,
to close out
but to remain afixed,
is to,
see the death ,
of the new beginning.
Copyright © John Walker | Year Posted 2005
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