More Promptly Poetry PPC 5

Beginnings and Endings = Week 1

Once, I wished to start again,
to finish things left undone,
to change direction now and then,
not live this life, to have not begun.

But now I see with eyes overcast
removed as I am, at a distance.
The future overtaken by the past,
in this slow and shuffling existence.


(It’s what’s for breakfast?
It’s schedules and questions
I’m confused and embarrassed
at needing suggestions)

Names slip away and faces fade,
Oh! the darkness these years are bringing.
Yet, one eternal morning I will wake,
to the promise of a new beginning.