Days of Waste
written by: A.M. Torres
@sonic1170
I wait for the break that never comes
The aging process
Wasting my days
on what I can’t say
a dull journey
a disappointing existence
I ponder in darkness
my head on the clouds
dreaming of black birds
slumbered again.
Days gone by
accomplishing what?
my cozy bedroom
a place to hide out
The hateful failures
I’ll keep my eyes closed
with nothing to gush at
Waiting again
Black clouds follow
A life barely lived.
I watch from this bubble
the moon frowns my way
a plane passes
buses and trains.
Left here in shambles
years in astray
In penniless fashion
a rose in deep sleep
Black birds come nearer
my emptiness deep.
A.M. Torres has published The Child Series beginning with Love Child. It's followed by sequels Child No More, Child Scorned, and Child Game all available on Amazon. She has also published two poetry books Shadowed Tears, and Turmoil also available on Amazon. J and K Christmas has been her annual Christmas poem and short story publication. She currently lives in New York City, with her two sons Jason and Kristofer.
Latest posts by A.M. Torres (see all)
- Days of Waste - February 28, 2023
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