When will they end?
What's to appear?
I think the next day should be a concoction
of that without fear,
hence a wave of accomplishment.
I should be making something out of it
and reveling in each
savored
hour;
I think back to how short
each passing day was, and
what was done to celebrate.
But was I celebrating
or wasting time
after being given
such a sacred gift?
I was left to believe
that I could've done more,
or at least
what I was truly
destined to.
I regret what wasn't helped.
YOU ARE READING
indoors.
PoetryWhat's a college junior to do when her young adulthood has been robbed of a rainbow of events, support, more than one tight bond, and life lessons? The birth of this collection of poetry.
