As ends come calling
Bills they come due
When the wrong are falling
What it should mean to you
With no knowing of the mind
Wandering freely through the day
Thinking all is left behind
Unknowing of their time to pay
What light is snuffed before the endlessness subsides
Becomes the rememmberance of dark promises in the night
A growing washes across the dying light in flooding tides
What comes for the lonely while readying for a fight
Old slights visit in the night's loneliest hours
Mixing with the angst of great pain and sorrow
Examinings of one's more terrible powers
Fearing what might be coming tomorrow
Let not go the hunger for life's joyous times
Forgive those thoughts causing your soul's rot
Too many receipts are left to deliver for their evil crimes
Finishing the list, seeking retribution for what others forgot
A sickening odor abounds in the air once started down this tragic road
Feel the anxiousness as it builds down below
The insanity requires the hunter slide into savage mode
But this is a side not shown when one has a purpose they know
A somber look into their eyes when it comes their time to pay
Whimpers and sobs escape their lips
Their screams uncertain not knowing what to say
Begging for forgiveness that not one would give
For it to end means the work is done
And escape the culling nobody shall achieve
Live by the evil and one can die by the gun
The culling has come and it comes with no reprieve
About the Creator
Jason Ray Morton
Writing has become more important as I live with cancer. It's a therapy, it's an escape, and it's a way to do something lasting that hopefully leaves an impression.
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Comments (3)
This gives me a feeling of a friend whom I can enjoy a cup of coffee and talks about life, especially this poem. Thanks for sharing this, Jason~
And so the end begins. Nicely written, Jason.
It's so good how this could be about money, life or debt of other kind. Brilliant poem. I enjoyed it