Poem: All the Lonely Hours


All the lonely hours
Melting into days
Grudgingly slump along
Into a graying haze
World just keeps on turning
Life keeps going on
Here I sit and wait
Until this time is gone
There is no more tomorrow
There is no yesterday
There is only empty silence
In this place of gray
Does the Spring come softly
And make the day now bright
Slowly do the hours slip
Into the bluish night
And still I sit and wonder
And longer must I wait
Until there’s a tomorrow
That I can anticipate

©2013 James Takeo

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