365 Days of Poetry: Day Ninety-Three

wake up.
it’s almost the end.
time will shrink.
days will shorter.
true work begins again.

the new beginning will be harsh.
it always is.
the clawing and scratching for power.
underneath all situations.

we will survive.
shift back into form.
a toast to the master.
a mind reborn.


About June Faramore

Writer of fantasy, mainstream, and young adult fiction. Poet and sketcher. Mother. I read a lot and love cheese. Guitar playing singer-songwriter. I also enjoy stepping on the cracks in the sidewalk. View all posts by June Faramore

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