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Broken Time
The disgruntled conscience of a sleepless imagination
The shattered hopes of a lost predilection
Caught in eternity, you can only survive
Time spent is wasted, watching everyone die
A realm less perfect, lost in forever
The touch of another, a constant torture
To love and lose, without any gain
To feel the hurt of death, a constant pain
The love we had, was misbegotten
The times that were shared, long since forgotten
I remember your face, but only barely
A kiss from your lips, quite unfairly
The warmth from your skin, now stone cold
The shine in your eyes, of green and gold
But you left me alone, so long ago
And I kept living, wishing I too could go
But it is my burden to continue on 'living'
To watch everyone around me, with their light fading
And when they are gone, their life completed
I just sit here alone, always the cheated
For I shant know death, or keep any love
I am always the crow, and never the dove
And while your heart slows, and mine beats on
You were ever my king, but I just a pawn.
The shattered hopes of a lost predilection
Caught in eternity, you can only survive
Time spent is wasted, watching everyone die
A realm less perfect, lost in forever
The touch of another, a constant torture
To love and lose, without any gain
To feel the hurt of death, a constant pain
The love we had, was misbegotten
The times that were shared, long since forgotten
I remember your face, but only barely
A kiss from your lips, quite unfairly
The warmth from your skin, now stone cold
The shine in your eyes, of green and gold
But you left me alone, so long ago
And I kept living, wishing I too could go
But it is my burden to continue on 'living'
To watch everyone around me, with their light fading
And when they are gone, their life completed
I just sit here alone, always the cheated
For I shant know death, or keep any love
I am always the crow, and never the dove
And while your heart slows, and mine beats on
You were ever my king, but I just a pawn.
Published 14th Oct 2012
| Edited 2nd Nov 2012
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14th Oct 2012 00:30am
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14th Oct 2012 6:42pm
15th Oct 2012 00:25am
1st Nov 2012 5:16pm
You have quite a talent for flow and you develop metaphors with consistency. But "time sequences" in your poem lose me. I know he is not there and that saddens you. But you say so much was "long since forgotten" then go on to remember quite a lot. Is the "forgotten" inconsistency or a metaphor? I can't tell. Yet your poetry has a simplicity and lovliness to it, even though sad.
marcella1
marcella1
2nd Nov 2012 2:38am
Long since forgotten to everyone else, but not to the character of the poem.
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