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Jun 2021
Ain't got the time
To explain anymore
Where I will be....when
I exit through that door

Its' not for you to care about
So go ahead  scream and shout

   I learned to not listen a long time ago
  When it turned out that you were not somebody that I used to know
But now I am afraid that I'll end up doing the same
thing to me
and then who the hell would I have to blame


I won't let that be my fate
But I got this feeling that
      I've waited too late
To draw the line that can separate
to draw the line that can separate
who I once was and who I am today

Implicate-evaporate
  Hesitate ...
...till you replicate
One To stay and one to go
One to think  
And one to know

We won't be able to cooperate
  Nor will we be able to collaborate
  Just another dead soldier they choose to decorate
And the next time we see me will be when we open up the crate
And that is
Way way too late to change my fate

I'm going where I'm going when I exit out that door
And where I'll be is...
just not for..
...you to know

But I just got to go...I got to
While there's even a chance
Keith W Fletcher
Written by
Keith W Fletcher  63/M/Oklahoma
(63/M/Oklahoma)   
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   Juneau and Hakikur Rahman
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