October 26, 2020

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Free Verse

Losing time, year after year...

October 26, 2020 

 

Yet another autumn has passed

and pain still reigns where love once lingered,  a lifetime of flowers I’ve been unable to smell, pieces of me scattered from earth to heaven, a solemn existence besieged by regret,and yet, Another autumn has passed.

Time has no lovers, loneliness, no friend, the leaves whisper and say with words that speak from tears, “Maybe what’s lost, was never yours anyway.” So I kneel to convey my human desire, to retreat no more, but now the walls speak back, once they recognized my silence.

Into the winter we go, another year, less than what we owe, but the leaves have quieted, they say no more, my sternness, flaccid, my righteousness, meaningless, for the walls only laugh now, my conveyances, unanswered, time is like water, it burrows holes through your convictions, and yet, Another autumn has passed.


Submitted: October 26, 2020

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