Absences of time
There lives in our lives,
Absences of time,
Gaps in our past,
That we have not lived.
Bottles of spilled milk,
And cups of stained tea,
The green sunlight of day,
And lazy slumbers in its wake.
There is in our minds,
Moments, time absconded,
Former selves; it betrayed,
Not dead, but unborn.
In the absences of time,
Men become eternity,
Affected feeling Gods,
Helpless against nothingness.
And there lies in that nothingness,
A forgetting of unlived hopes,
Of beings immured,
And of a life, too shortly lived.
Absences of time,
Gaps in our past,
That we have not lived.
Bottles of spilled milk,
And cups of stained tea,
The green sunlight of day,
And lazy slumbers in its wake.
There is in our minds,
Moments, time absconded,
Former selves; it betrayed,
Not dead, but unborn.
In the absences of time,
Men become eternity,
Affected feeling Gods,
Helpless against nothingness.
And there lies in that nothingness,
A forgetting of unlived hopes,
Of beings immured,
And of a life, too shortly lived.
posted by Ahad at 5:29 AM
2 Comments:
Hmm I wonder what inspired u to write this!
Well u mean.. the time.. that time in eternity when u r u and thats all that really is?
LOVELY!
By GOD ahad, you are a cent percent poet!
and if i had not met you personally, i would have thought this was a work of some tall, life-beaten, hunger-stricken artist!
go on writing mate. i will link you! : )
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