The End Of The Day Poem by Ragy Sandid

The End of the day
Sigh! Yes, it was that way
I searched for someone to sway
To see things my way

I stared at the wall
The one that knew it all
It and I will not fall
Stuff of a strong soul

Yes, it was stolen
Yes, it was taken and broken
Yes, it is melted and molten
But there is breath in words written and heartspoken

I heard my words come out
I felt in them the dole of doubt
My mouth spoke and my heart shouts
Place me back where I ought

I saw the colors of the ice cream
I saw in them flavours of dreams
And some complained it wasn't as it seems
That's how dreams themselves redeem

I collected the remains of the day
And wrote this poem as collector's pay
To those who share a thought, hey
I can hear what you say