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Time Will Come
Life is like paralyzing silence
No color or sparkle left in my eyes
Nothing but just the body of me
I’m left with only bad reflections of my memory
There is no way I can pick up the pieces
Too many are scattered never to be found
My life is following right through me
The time will come
Like the moon is dark
No beginning or a middle but only an ending.
What a sad and reflective
What a sad and reflective poem, maybe an off day. Your longing for different comes through very strongly through all the apathy, I enjoyed reading you poem a good write.
http://www.postpoems.org/authours/a.griffiths57
Thank you
Thank you for you feed back on my poem it really does help to hear someone else's opinion
♥Angel of Darkness ♥