Half Past Four

Grant-Grey Guda

The clock; its hand is turning forth,
Gravity has brought an unwelcome guest,
Time has lost its long belated; again,
It's coming; coming in haste for day,
The day will come in morning or,
Dusk; night creeps to the calling of,
Chimes loud and quiet they are chiming;
Numerous in number; their attitude,
Is sure and their fate comes, to
Be as a reaper for destinies pit,
Hours shall pass and we will be still,
For rifts of emotion tare on through,
The mist!

Published by Grant-Grey Guda

I've been writing poetry and short stories independently for over a decade now. I have a great appreciation for the arts and am a painter and photographer in my spare time. My love for writing has led me to...  View profile

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