Guest Poetry: The End Is Nigh

From a guest writer: Laurel Casts. A little introduction in his own words:

I am a writer, a musician, and an adventurer. Raised a military brat, a former U.S. Marine, life has certainly taught me a lot through my various experiences. I hope that, through my music and writing, maybe I can be understood. And, if I am lucky, somebody will learn something from my humble life just as I hope to learn something from every life I come across. So teach me, world. Teach me to understand you.

And now for the poem itself:

The End Is Nigh
Drooping lazily like fireflies, weary from shimmering,
Streetlamps loom overhead to watch where soles care to wander.
Benevolence towards the loners, God forbidding,
And mediocre tunes in the whistle-bound thoughts to ponder.

Careful go the winds, having no business of their own,
The takers and the leavers of the bright and blurry.
But trees sway slowly as if they were in no rush to go,
Rivers know this: There is no hurry.

Some say they can feel the heavy heart turning beneath.
Believing in anything is just another something to choose.
Rose certainly kept the beauty to be seen and her thorns without a sheath:
Sometimes, when you win, you lose.

Still, a lover could find either narcissism, or a longing:
Death begins side by side with life.
As for myself and my wonderings,
Time could not be a kinder friend: The end is nigh.~

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For more from Laurel check him out at the following sites:

Facebook.com/laurel.casts
Purevolume.com/LaurelCasts14269
Twitter.com/laurelcasts

Also, he has a blog and debut album coming soon!