Wasted Time, a poem

Wasted Time

So do we fall

sweetly against the brittle gunk

and waste the very minutes

of a peaceful ending.

So it was written,

and spoken,

and so shall it be written down

again.

Many sit,

wait,

and wonder when.

Published by James J Jackson, Jr

I'm a poet and leftist political organizer from Sacramento, CA.

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