In those last moments, as it all turns to night,
Say a prayer for the knowing,
Their final moments, when they see the dying of all that's bright,
Their finales, when into the light they are going.
One who's in his last days, damned by having a date,
Poor souls unable to enjoy the sun's warm rays,
Carrying the burden of the immediacy of their fate,
Only able to see in the eye of their minds, the dreams of better days.
The lucky ones, not alone, surrounded by their loved ones and friends,
They did something good with the time they had,
To be remembered when they meet their ends,
And have stories not remembered only as sad.
Around you, they are, knowing their clock ticks faster,
A silent solace with their dreams,
Their lives crashed in disaster,
I have missed something, it seems.
About the Creator
Jason Ray Morton
I have always enjoyed writing and exploring new ideas, new beliefs, and the dreams that rattle around inside my head. I have enjoyed the current state of science, human progress, fantasy and existence and write about them when I can.
Keep reading
More stories from Jason Ray Morton and writers in Poets and other communities.
Final Call
She flings her arms around my neck and squeezes me like she’s never going to let me go. My head spins as her lips brush against my cheek. She must be able to feel my heart thumping in my chest. I shuffle backwards and ram my hands into my coat pockets, watching her reach down and heave the rucksack across her shoulders.
By Caroline Craven3 days ago in Fiction
Comments (3)
Perhaps. But if you have, so have I.
🥹📝♥️
Heartbreaking!!! Left a heart ♥