Everything that you touch,
And everyone that you trust,
Will all disappear one day,
And like tread, will fray.
We will look up to the sky that day,
And ask how far away.
Until the day, is done.
Until our last breath speaks.
Until our last words sing.
Until our last memory plays.
Until our last walking days.
Until we give up all our hope,
And we will all learn to cope
Until our last page is read,
From the book that plays in our head,
But how far away must we all wait,
Until we can finally meet our fate,
Our destiny.
Our love.
Our hope.
Our family.
How much longer can I wait,
To find my fate,
To find my last breath that speaks.
To find my last words that sing.
To find my last memory that plays.
To find my last walking days.
To find my last hope.
To find my last page read,
Of the book that plays in my head.
How much longer can I wait to find my final date?
How much longer can I wait?
How much more can I take?
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The Inevitable - Poetry Book
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