Friday, 18 July 2014

Comes A Time

There comes a time
When even midnight oil runs dry
When the cup that runneth over
Is empty, no matter how you try

There comes a time
When naught remains of the candle
Burnt until all tallow is gone
More than one can handle

And in this time
When spirits flee
And nothing is left
To shelter me

In this dark time
Of pain and sorrow
Not even hope remains
Of a better tomorrow

The question still remains
What is there to do
When there seems no option
But to push on through

Or simply let it go
Let the tide choose
Where and how to travel
What is there to lose

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