by Kerowyn Rose
Please, Day. Go by fast.
Speed through time tunnels
to the near end of your being.
Anticipation is as heavy as the pause
before a base-drum thunder and I’ve
got things to do. This waiting is anxiety
stuck in a mason jar - no air holes.
Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick.
I’ve done nothing to deserve a time-out.
Let’s go already!
Posted on 06/21/2013
Copyright © 2023 Kerowyn Rose
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by George Hoerner on 06/23/13 at 07:33 PM|
I really enjoyed this piece. But I also must say it depends upon age! Some of us don't have a lot days left to "rush" through!!
|Posted by Rob Littler on 06/25/13 at 05:37 AM|