The Day Poem by Shar Thompson

The Day



Although the day is fait accompli,
fading far beyond my reach,
remnants of its fury remain,
it's bitter reflect weighs on my brain,
my tattered body lays unrest,
echo a soul much in distress,
un-liberated from this cognizance,
my pillow cradle my restless descent,
my thoughts persist to stray,
I closed my eyes, as the day passes away.

Saturday, July 7, 2007
Topic(s) of this poem: restlessness,peace
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