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Not Fade Away
by Tony WhitakerIn the dewed gray of dawn
The sounds of silence
Sates the jeweled scapes
And soothes dream-sealed eyes
Filled with so many stills disguised
Like discarded toys of childhood
Pitched indiscriminate
Gathering quiet dust in
Some forgotten closet
Then a jonquil colored sun
Rises relaxed in the east
And the cool clear morning
Gives way to the
Swift sun of summer
Wipes the wet from my forehead
And I awake
To the warden
As he whispers
“May God Have Mercy On Your Soul”
As I fitfully fight to not fade away
12/24/2010 Posted on 12/24/2010
Copyright © 2024 Tony Whitaker
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Charlie Morgan on 12/25/10 at 03:12 PM ...or was he whispering, 'take this, you $@#!&#$%. sleep well,'...a painful ride, eh? |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 12/29/10 at 02:27 PM I think any human being can...will relate strongly to this one Tony. I especially like how all the pieces work together and quietly build to that last prophetic line. |
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