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Face

I hide from nothing , but the world itself ,
Not interested in its so called worldly wealth .
Lost to me 
All that I ever did see
What I once thought I could be
To what I have to this day become .
Grasping at memoires , of where I once came from.
For myself,the name I wanted to make.
The chances I now hesitate to take
Eyes blurred from all that I ever saw
When did I ever walk within the law 
Fought till bloody and bruised
Broken down beaten till  half confused
Back starting to bow
Age passes faster than you know.
What you wish you could of held on to,
Maybe it's the reason I  still feel blue
At which point did I forget that I must grow
The age that I know I now show
Passes before my eyes
Memories of yesterday , showing  how the time really flies
Love , hate 
Never to late
Being the predictor , of my own fate
Closing my eyes dreaming of love out there , somewhere lost. 
The heart never fails to pay the cost. 
Gone are the comforts of a good night sleep
Can anything ever be really for keep.
May my heart never again weep
The vision that fades making it hard to now see
What I truly wished to one day be
I hope I don't lose my way
Or the words I want to say
To be locked within the mind 
Only the memories of yesterday can you find
No more words can I think to say
Watching as the world from which I hide, slowly fades to gray
In the darkness I searched for my own way
Each passing yesterday become one less tomorrow
How many more days of life can I borrow
When it all ends in sorrow
 Hold the very heart you feel beat 
Cause always ,there's a chance the reaper is waiting  there to greet
Life still bows with such great sorrow
Realizing there never will be another tomorrow
What will that ever change..
What things might you rearrange
Or go blissfully into the unknown
Rising above the fear you have shown
Darkness replaces the light
Fades away , does the will to fight. 
From a babe to a old soul seems in a blink of an eye
So you are born surly just to die. 
Time runs out .tick bloody tock
No after life at the end of this clock
No flaming lakes of fire
Not that easy , when your clock hits expire 
A bright light appears 
Now comes the time everybody truly fears. 
Simply nothing you  can even do
You have found the end is but the beginning, of life anew

Copyright © William P. Harris | Year Posted 2023

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