A raging
storm of emotion
Encased in
immutable stone
Cast adrift
on time’s vast ocean
Drifting
age to age, alone
In that
moment that dreaming ends
As with
all men he died alone
Lost all
chances to make amends
All his
deeds now locked in stone
Upon the
precipice of time
The corner
of peace and regret
All his potential left behind
Would
never be laid to rest
Hands
tightly gripped in fervent prayer
Or
clenched against ultimate fear
In that instant
of hindsight’s glare
All of his
choices now made clear
A sign
post stands throughout the ages
Whispers
that death comes for us all
In the
turmoil of our rages
Or the
peace of heaven’s call
-BA Lawson
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