Menu
Wednesday, March 16, 2016

Quiet Hours

Until those quiet hours come,
Before dawn and midnight passes.
Peace to know it as it is to last,
Will be kept as a wish.
To be forgotten to keep,
Existing conflicts more the reality.
The moment the Sun,
Appears on the horizon to shine.
Unable to leave a carried baggage behind.

Until those quiet hours come,
As if awaiting for them done to stay...
Everyday with this commitment meant.
Few prepare for that new dawn that begins,
To end yesterday's confusion.
And others dismiss the quietness,
With frowns accepting an expectation...
There will be 'something' by someone done,
That welcomes their readiness to be abused.
Lawrence S. Pertillar
Topic(s) of this poem: life
READ THIS POEM IN OTHER LANGUAGES
COMMENTS

Delivering Poems Around The World

Poems are the property of their respective owners. All information has been reproduced here for educational and informational purposes to benefit site visitors, and is provided at no charge...

1/15/2021 1:53:07 PM # 1.0.0.396