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Aaron Buchanan
Honorable
Mention in Poetry
Waiting at the End of Time
Sometimes we think
We’ve nothing left to learn
We think we know it all
Until our life takes an unexpected turn
Whether it’s for the best or the worst
Just go with the flow
Whether we’re blessed or cursed
Is not for us to know
These feelings I have
I wish I didn’t own
As I go down my chosen path
I walk, but I walk alone
Until the end of time
Alone I shall be
Yesterday (A.K.A. The Day After)
When you lose what you know is truly
perfect
You lose every sense of direction that you
have
Because all that you are left with are
thoughts of yesterday
Yesterday then became the worst day of your
life
It consumes your everything and your mind
It becomes an obsession replaying in your
headYou then lose all that it truly you
It died when the perfect was gone
It left and now it’s done
It’s died and now it’s no fun
I am hoping to find a place where peace can
ease my mind
But no matter where I go there’s only these
thoughts
These thoughts of
Yesterday.
Anew
A ray of light floods my world of darkness
Bringing forth a renewed hope of things once thought lost forever
Can those feelings; now lost deep inside the heart be renewed?
Or are they lost, damning me to an eternity alone?
Are we doomed to roam in darkness forever?
Or can we be given new life by this light of an unexpected angel?
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