One day, one hour, One minute, one moment
A poem of love and death
By Some GuyPublished 3 years ago • Updated 3 years ago • 1 min read

One day something to dread thinking about
When your name is all but a memory
Perhaps fearing when God's name was a doubt
Or maybe hope they would remember me
*
One hour away forever a never
For it could be any hour of the day
In the end would I still feel so clever?
To have wasted my time with every nay?
*
One minute is always longer when board
Yet so quick when in the best company
So perhaps it best now to run toward
For life in better in your symphony
*
My own comfort in that final moment
With you no time misspent, my Atonement
About the Creator
Some Guy
I kinda suck at writing but I enjoy it
Anyway, here's a dumb little haiku:
The gunslinger draws
His opponent does the same
oh dear, they both died



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