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.

 

 

 

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a.griffiths57's picture

    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.


 

 

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AngelofDarkness's picture

Thank you

Thank you for you feed back on my poem it really does help to hear someone else's opinion


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