It's Time

It’s Time

By BJ Welsh


The sun shines brightly each morn’
Life goes on although the heart is torn
Only you wished for rain instead
Exposure to light is what you’ve dread
Breathing in life that you’ve been given
Spitting it back out to those who are livin’
It’s time, you think, to worry no more
There’s only always silence at the door

The shades don’t work as you think they should
Sun rays seeping through as only mother nature could
What more could you do to keep things dark?
Close your eyes, go ahead, you’ve left your mark
It’s time, you think, to worry no more
There’s surely silence at the door

The mind works in mysterious ways
Your paralyzed and in a daze
The things you lost have never been yours
Borrowed for a while, so take a pause
It’s time to repay that long ago debt
Promises made and you thought kept
You followed a map uncharted at best
A life re-invented and put through the test
It’s time, you thought, to worry no more
But there’s no more silence at the door
Copyright © | Year Posted 2011

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May 3, 2011 at 12:26 PM
this is very good.. I have enjoyed this write. cory
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May 3, 2011 at 7:27 AM
It was a pleasure to read your poetry today looking forward to reading more Brian . Thank you for your kind comments. Love, Carol
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May 2, 2011 at 9:15 AM
I enjoyed reading your poetry this morning BJ. I see the weekend was good to you and helped you find the inspiration to write and share your poetry with us. Love, Carol
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May 1, 2011 at 4:01 PM
A deep poem...of lost emotions... I guess we don't get what we exactly want... enjoyed your poem Brian,... take care... p.d.
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