Due Date
The search for a due date never stops
I seem to have lived in the shadow of my existence
Tell me when the apocalypse will be, and I will set my watch
Seeking and stumbling in vein
I want answers!
I may know when my first breath was drawn
But when will be my last!?
When the winds of opportunity blow in my favor
I pray for an extension of the deadline
And sometimes
When adversity stalks me and troubles beset me
I feel incarcerated here
Sometimes I've wanted to up and leave this place
Some people actually have
Uncertainty befalls me
The faith I have is shaken
And the 6 o'clock news takes what's left
Who will stand unchanged by the tide of rumor?
Can't my heart just beat inside the moments that I have?!
What life is it at all, to be afraid to die?
By: Kyle Ezra Kriticos
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