Day Turns To Night Poem by Marcus Nunnally

Day Turns To Night



I'd really hate to imagine that I've let them all down.
Those gone before, at rest beyond clouds.
Though there are many who wouldn't actually care.
There are still many more that would roll in dispair.
A wish for a glimpse; a crystal ball to see.
Just a mere hint of what's expected of me.
I am lost in this cycle; a lifestyle of sorts.
It's not the design, it's blurred smoky quartz.
They had a strong will, their plan for our time.
Am I the only who sees that we've fallen behind?
Now that I've pondered, it would be wrong to just lie.
We've actually gone backwards, erasing their lines.
We claim we know better because we've come so far since.
calling it 'Times that are changing' though it costs family and friends.
Watching it all fly out the window leaves me contrite.
Brad, Bob, and Jesus would stand and unite.
I stand under pressure of knowing they're right.
I long to find peace before the day turns to night.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Joseph Poewhit 09 September 2009

Many long to find peace

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