End Game Poem by James Timothy Jarrett

End Game



I wander through
the days now
waiting
I am becoming
purpose
All of the other things
are slowly
dropping away
Surreal machinations
move things closer
Inching day by day
In the meantime
Life speeds by
without me
Blinding lights
speeding traffic
and all I can do
is wait
wait
Until I can wait no more

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Sally Plumb Plumb 10 May 2013

Marking time, I call it. Mysterious.

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Gajanan Mishra 17 April 2013

Time and tide - no wait. thanks. good write.

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