Monday, April 4, 2016

NaPoWriMo 2016 - 4th Day


In July, all things end.
No matter how I try,
Life always makes me bend.
There is no time to cry,
No more time to look back,
No time to be like rock.
Facing the elements
Of his annual wrath,
No right to make statements,
For he'll give me a bath,
Still flooding my senses,
'Til making me senseless.
This is a time of hope,
This is a time to cope.
When hanging by a rope
That turns into a thread,
There is no time, no time,
To be weak and to love.
Reading to check my rhyme,
All I can do is live,
All I can do is leave.
Special thanks to NaPoWriMo for the poetry prompt!
My Camp NaNoWriMo 2016 April progress: 967 (Pardon me for the slowness. I got sick yesterday and will catch up once I get well.)
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