Final Hours

 

As morning’s light,

At last, rebukes

The noises

Of the night,

My restlessness

Turns to all

Stiffness and pain.

The hours,

The minutes,

Escape from me

With abandon.

While my pace, and my steps,

Become enshackled by rage.

My dignity, my power,

My freedom, my youth,

Remain little more, now,

Than some gray, and

Long-censured, truth.

I long for your heights

I desire your depth.

Yet here I stand,

Unsettled,

Impatient,

And afraid.

Wrangling

For just one last

Chance.

Bargaining

For just one more

Breath.

Peace

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