Poetry by Tim Windisch

Blast


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Blast

The best days may have already passed, nice guys usually end

up finishing last

Sitting home making plans for days that come and go while

everyone’s having a blast

He could throw in the towel, but he’s done that before, so

many piled up you can’t see the floor

One day the mold will crack, bright sky instead of black and

he won’t be alone again anymore

Keep quiet, think about that as you release the steam,

poured in with the rest but you rise up like cream

To the top with that angel in tow, just like you see when

you go to bed at night and dream

Don’t let anyone tell you it’s too late the die is cast, these

years in our lives it’s true fly by so fast

But love in the end we will laugh, dance, and embrace each

day of our lives together having a blast

Blast away those tears

Blast away your fears

Blast the distance

Blast the resistance

Hold me tight, every night

Blast

Tim Windisch

04/30/2023

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