The end is nigh
The night has falleth
On dark dead embers
Our soul had gathered
And left behind
Letting go the commitments
Obligadies and investments
Yourself myself we drag
An era unto itself
Which ended a long time ago
But needed to finito
Indefinite is boring
Immortal is endless
But somethings are dead
Let's fucking lay them to rest
I need to lighten my load
Been carrying this shit around for too long
It's time to let go
This mother fucking lode
YOU ARE READING
For When The Revolution Comes
PoetryMou Ghose returns with poetry of oppression, loss, and despair which often end with the silver lining of hope - because the revolution is coming. Copyright Moushumi Ghose, Los Angeles, 2016 - 2018
