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Borrowed Time
It’s been six months since
I penned down my thoughts
The world around me keeps
Turning and I am left still
All words and passion seemed
To have lost their worth
Trying in difficulty to
Revive my heart’s will
I am not aware of happening
In between days
As if time snatched me
In its own dreadful way
Though I continue to breath
My body barely function
Trying to break free
In chains of my creation
Everything around me
Had inspired me less
Fading hopes into oblivion
Waiting to be bless
A once cheerful child
Trapped in my hollow shell
I still cannot believe
I took the road to hell
I’ve wasted my life
In all those empty years
Even if I washed the sorrow
With all my tears
I cannot bring back
All the beautiful things
My time has ended
Like the early spring
I crave for forgiveness
More than anything
A thin thread of redemption
In which I painfully cling
If all my sufferings
Is the price I have to pay
Just utter the word
And I’ll tremble if you say
I penned down my thoughts
The world around me keeps
Turning and I am left still
All words and passion seemed
To have lost their worth
Trying in difficulty to
Revive my heart’s will
I am not aware of happening
In between days
As if time snatched me
In its own dreadful way
Though I continue to breath
My body barely function
Trying to break free
In chains of my creation
Everything around me
Had inspired me less
Fading hopes into oblivion
Waiting to be bless
A once cheerful child
Trapped in my hollow shell
I still cannot believe
I took the road to hell
I’ve wasted my life
In all those empty years
Even if I washed the sorrow
With all my tears
I cannot bring back
All the beautiful things
My time has ended
Like the early spring
I crave for forgiveness
More than anything
A thin thread of redemption
In which I painfully cling
If all my sufferings
Is the price I have to pay
Just utter the word
And I’ll tremble if you say
Published 9th Mar 2015
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10th Mar 2015 00:45am
the flames of suffering cleanse us, maybe, allowing for redemption. well versed...
10th Mar 2015 4:58am
Suffering comes redemption, yes indeed Sir. One day, something or someone will come along and save us from the burdens that's been weighing our hearts. But then again, there are pains that go too deep, that have taken hold.
Thank you for the insightful comment.
Thank you for the insightful comment.
10th Mar 2015 12:51pm
I strongly relate to your words, sir. A life of hopes and dreams shot to hell. But there are better days that sometimes make you think that the pain and sufferings are worth it. These are the days we hold on to.
I wish one day I can view life from your eyes.
Thank you for the lovely words Love.
Thank you for the lovely words Love.
Anonymous
20th Apr 2015 7:26am
Such powerfully strong emotions, again I can so easily relate to your words.
20th Apr 2015 2:03pm
I'm happy to know that at some point, I had the ability to touch someone's heart with my humble words.
Thank you.
Thank you.
Anonymous
20th Apr 2015 6:22pm
How can you say that! You totally under-rate yourself. I think you should be so proud of your talent, I have read poetry all my life and yours is by far one of the best I've had the pleasure of reading. Don't under estimate yourself my friend
20th Apr 2015 7:34pm
Thank you for believing my dear friend. Maybe it's time to stand firm and raise my flag.
You, yourself is a genius of the craft. A talented poet in which I had the privilege of knowing. I'm honored to crossed path with you Jade.
You, yourself is a genius of the craft. A talented poet in which I had the privilege of knowing. I'm honored to crossed path with you Jade.
