it's in the expectancy one falls

it's in the expectancy one falls
waiting for the bus
on cold winter days standing
by the end of tomorrow

solidified by sub zero winds
one invents a mean
to keep all soldiers in line
believing in a glorious dying

this is yesterdays tomorrow
no better no worse
colliding with a human heart
perceived by all to be dead




Poetry by Bob
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Written on 2016-02-14 at 00:58

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Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
Nice. You connect words and they become idioms.
2016-02-19



The last stanza says so much to me. Beautiful words

Ashe
2016-02-14