Coming Power

Coming Power

A Poem by Carlton Rolle

You feel the power of the coming hour don’t you?
Want to know.
Where to go.
The time was wasted.
With no hesitation.
Can’t stop.
Take me higher.
Where bodies don’t expire.

© 2014 Carlton Rolle

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Added on December 6, 2014
Last Updated on December 6, 2014


Carlton Rolle
Carlton Rolle

New York City, NY

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..