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Day Dragger

by Amie Golda

Each day that begins
I wait to finish,
As the dawn rises
I wait for the sunset
That never comes soon enough
But is always too early.
The days flit by and dwindle
As I flit from page to mindless page
of stories not my own,
For I long for the release of my soul
from its melancholy tale.
But mine is a fate too often chased
And hunted with a vengeace for release
Sand coats my weary feet,
For into the sand they sink ever deeper
with the weight of my heart
brought down in despair
As I feel my spirit escaping
From the soles of my feet.

04/16/2010

Posted on 04/16/2010
Copyright © 2025 Amie Golda

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Joan Serratelli on 04/16/10 at 04:46 PM

Amie- this is wonderful. The first 5 lines are so true. Each day; I feel the same way. I sit here and wait to do to sleep. PEACE.

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