Five Days

Days go by. Weeks. Months.
Stillness in the air. Nothing has changed.
Awaiting the big day where the game will be played.
Endless adoration. Fame. Triumph.
All imagination. A ploy.
A day that never comes.

Quiet. Alone. Sounds of an aging day.
Beautiful and perfect. But always missing a certain vitality.
A smile. Warm and welcome. All that is needed.
Until the next day arrives.

Crowds of people moving. Careless. Free.
A siren. Disrupting the peace.
A change of emotion. Panic. Worry.
Always unknowing.

Awake. Unsettled. Living.
Words of a dying man come to pass.
Meaningless now. Gone.
Forever lost.

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