Tragic are the days
Without a hand to hold
When love is miles away
And nights are forever cold
And as those days turn into years
Futility becomes our only lover
The heart begins to lose
Any chance to rediscover
We spend our remaining years
Sad and all alone
Without another person
To call our very own
And we regret the time
We wasted in between
It’s too bad our destiny
Remained unforeseen
© 2019 Michelle Cook
Another day
Another hour
Production wanes
Thoughts sour
Empty hands
Cold as ice
Poor decisions
Paying the price
Morbid days
Never ending
Searching for
A new beginning
Dreaming big
Yet standing still
Almost out
Of drive and will
© 2019 Michelle Cook
He would decide her fate
Though to her it was too late
For her future position was set
Her maker had paid the final debt
© 2018 Michelle Cook
Writing prompt: The position maker
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