A Day In The Year Of The End

Poem Info
210 words
4.5
3.6k
0
Share this Poem

Font Size

Default Font Size

Font Spacing

Default Font Spacing

Font Face

Default Font Face

Reading Theme

Default Theme (White)
You need to Log In or Sign Up to have your customization saved in your Literotica profile.
PUBLIC BETA

Note: You can change font size, font face, and turn on dark mode by clicking the "A" icon tab in the Story Info Box.

You can temporarily switch back to a Classic Literotica® experience during our ongoing public Beta testing. Please consider leaving feedback on issues you experience or suggest improvements.

Click here

Orange and gold off in the horizon.
The Day started in a haze
The rattling of thoughts through
a confused and lonely maze.

Setting the sky a fire with it’s sunlight.
The sun a kind warm friend.
However it denied the secrets Of it’s heart
till the bitter end.

The bed with comfort and slumber
proved the valiant protector.
A pillow it’s shield to hold off
the betrayal soon after.

The distant echo of a ringing
sparked life in the sleeping maiden.
At the end of that dreaded sound
wait a call of desperate pleading.

A price of sorrow and lost Sundays.
She waited 364 days.
Her loyalty left her empty inside.
That’s how love repays.

Tomorrow seemed so far away.
Barefeet hit pavement streets.
Streaming tears for revealed fears.
Would she ever get past the deceit?

She rested in a patch of green.
Exhausted from running to nowhere.
In her hand a memory.
Her spirit now desolate and threadbare.

Gray clouds began to gather.
She knew the end was near.
She summoned up the courage
to face another year.

A vision in the rain
at first looked defeated.
A closer glance reveals a head held high.
Through pain she had been tested.

"Copyright © 2006 MLB. All Rights Reserved."

Please rate this poem
The author would appreciate your feedback.
  • COMMENTS
Anonymous
Our Comments Policy is available in the Lit FAQ
Post as:
Anonymous
3 Comments
tazz317tazz317almost 12 years ago
WHY GIVE EXAMS

if there is no mananas, TK U MLJ LV NV

duddle146duddle146over 17 years ago
Exquisite.

A beautiful poem...with such an ethereal beauty ~ painting vivid images with carefully chosen words.

LeBrozLeBrozover 17 years ago
~~

Nicely read but oh that confusion between contractions (it's) and possessives (its); one of those exceptions that trip some folks up.