Could I lay awake when time stands still?
A master says no, a sage says yes.
Aback and again like a paddle-ball on the court out-
Of dusk to rise.
Gaze up to the face of fatherly time itself.
Shivering each breathe to loom into the void of atmosphere
YOU ARE READING
Dear Friend, Apathy
PoetryA 3rd installment of my poetry series, 'Poems and Short Stories'. Written as more of a story that's all over the place. All in all, it speaks for itself. All composed of which, elements that explores new depths of meaning in my writing. Enjoy!
