Poets logo

The Sleepers

Somber Death

By Dan R FowlerPublished about a month ago 1 min read
Like

The Sleepers

No matter what each day dawns anew,

Bringing with it possibilities undertaken by few.

Each door that stands before me and you,

Is a pathway, an entrance for us to pursue.

Sitting alone in the dimly lit morning light,

The morning’s fingers I feel warming what a delight.

But others slumber in depths while in repose,

And will remain there until the evening’s close.

It’s sad to imagine a life barely realized,

One that could’ve been more utilized.

Yet, no word or deed can spur them along,

To rise to the birth of another day’s dawn.

So let them sleep a voice whispers to me,

To change their lives isn’t up to thee,

When the books are completed pages closed,

Then and only then, will opportunities be disposed.

Mornings hold a special meaning to those who seek,

Those who are tethered to the light, of love often speak.

And with some regret, they watched those sleeping,

While time ticks by daylight’s promises missing.

Is it my duty, my assigned task I often ask,

To change each one, or is the mold cast?

That question is asked each day of my life,

But does it really matter, or simply cause strife?

vintage
Like

About the Creator

Dan R Fowler

Dan R. Fowler. https://www.amazon.com/Verge-Dan-R-Fowler. Completed 41 novels since 2017. Screenplay being shopped by Voyage Media, LA, CA

.

Reader insights

Be the first to share your insights about this piece.

How does it work?

Add your insights

Comments

There are no comments for this story

Be the first to respond and start the conversation.

Sign in to comment

    Find us on social media

    Miscellaneous links

    • Explore
    • Contact
    • Privacy Policy
    • Terms of Use
    • Support

    © 2024 Creatd, Inc. All Rights Reserved.