Until The End of Time . A Poem by Wayne Russell

 

 
It is the darkest season,
a season where human
has risen against his
brothers, his sisters.
 
Insanity tossed into a lifeless
prison cell, a padded cell?
 
An end of day’s scenario?
Yes, or so it seems more
so; each day.
 
While the snow outside
plummets from grey skies.
 
The homeless, wandering
aimlessly, lifeless souls encased
in an insignificant existence.
 
Asking
 
Where were you, when I needed you most?
 
Yet deep down they know, that in their heart,
the answer lies, and always will; until the end
of time.
 
A shard of hope, hands
 
outstretched towards
the heavens they ask.
 
Is it you?
 
This seed of rejuvenation,
 
buried beneath whitest
snow, for now.
 
 
 
Bio:
Wayne Russell is a creative writer and amateur photographer hailing from Tampa, Florida.
Wayne’s first publication was in Quill Books back in 1989, since going digital on social media
in 2007, Wayne has had his short stories, poems, and photographs published in various zines
in several countries.
 
 
 
 
Robin Ouzman Hislop is Editor of Poetry Life and Times his publications include All the Babble of the Souk and Cartoon Molecules collected poems and Key of Mist the recently published Tesserae translations from Spanish poets Guadalupe Grande and Carmen Crespo  visit Aquillrelle.com/Author Robin Ouzman Hislop about author.  See Robin performing his work Performance (Leeds University)