Toll of the Bell
The pain of reality
allows my mind
to slip into delirium
Where faces, once recognized
shed tears for the
shell of who I was
I lie waiting
for the toll of the bell
Soon, I will get my wings
leaving this body behind
Free of indignities
old age has garnished upon me
There is no fountain
of youth as
Tedium escapes me
And shadows pass
before my eyes
The final page
has not been written
in a book which has
reached its end
~JJR 1/30/16
Copyright © Jared Ringeman | Year Posted 2016
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