It's Time

It's Time

A Poem by Carlton Rolle

The drowsy monster looks for settlement.

Something based in natural selection.

Nothing too extravagant.

It doesn’t wish to work too hard to protect.

Nor does it want to spend days cleaning and tidying.

Something cozy.

Thick walls.

And oozing with safety.

The time is near.

Steadily waiting for its crinkle foot to release.

The pain.

Divide the logs.

Start the fire.

Finish said deeds.

Work waits for no one anymore.

Its time.

© 2013 Carlton Rolle


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Added on December 11, 2013
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Carlton Rolle
Carlton Rolle

New York City, NY



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I write because I must. Keeping towards a way to seek the message. Something that we all need, trust, and love. To speak an existence. To understand something's life. To work on hope and companio.. more..