Time, brother to the pain of all loves gone

Time,

brother to the pain of all loves gone,

father to my shame of all lies told.

Your light

splinters into millions of

blasts moving forward from the past,

fast,

roaming through the shade

till its rays cast a blowing blessing

for a soul regretting

those kids yelling in the backyard.

Time,

directing the deeds

of a doomed dying will

split into the illusion of freedom

and the spark of the ego

that brightens a sentence of grief

and struggles to keep some glorious belief.

Why?

Master of the colourless skies

where the sound knows no expansion

nor the universe any dimension,

and for which my yearning dies

everyday, every while

absorbed by the worms

of a useless inaction.

Time,

I wonder to which revelation you lead

all the good men's awe

and the mean hearts sold.

Time,

I ask myself what compensation you keep

for all lonely tears shed in the cold.

Reviews

[The DuchessPoet]

Um...
This captured my heart... and today my heart bleeds...
That you for your poetic spirit!

This is sensational.
Your words:
Time,

directing the deeds

of a doomed dying will

split into the illusion of freedom

and the spark of the ego

that brightens a sentence of grief

and struggles to keep some glorious belief.

Why?

[Angelheaded Hipster]

Time doesnt stop...not even for the inactive. This poem is good, it really is. Its a reminder that time has no friends. Its a ....just is...kinda thing. Theres pain in the words, but I think that life is made up of more good...at least I like to think there is. I could be wrong, but Im also learning how to be an optimist...

[Doctor JKC]

The first 3 lines are magnificent unto themselves.

Wow, has me looking at the industrial razor on my desk;
lovingly. Escape. But I am very curious, so I stay.

Flawless,
Jack

[cest la vie]

A beautiful torture read..
flawless.. absolutely flawless in your writing.

[Phibby Venable]

this has such strength and impact. really just perfect and refreshing.

[Haruki]

Your work is exquisite. A very unique and original style. I really enjoy it.

[Raven Wilson]

Normally I don't like a poem with alot of repetition, but i think i can make an exception for this one. The set style adds so much to this poem, if it was not written so i think perhaps it would have less impact. A good read. ^_^