Time's Captive

My mind is held a captive by the past

When life and youth were all but plentiful
And every moment with you seemed to last

Forever, which made my life beautiful;
And as our stars dimmed to our middle age,
We relished all of the little things
Taken for granted in our youth's mirage,
Veiled by pride and a lustful fire, burning:
But now our stars will soon fade to darkness

And all I have behind is memories.
With my old age, I'm cursed with loneliness
Because I know, too soon, death will claim me

And never again will I see your face
Or lose myself in your warm, sweet embrace.

 

 

 

 

Author's Note

A poem that focuses on the aspect of time and loss of youth. The speaker is reflecting on his youth and how it was nothing but a mirage. In the middle, he realizes that he sees his mistakes when he becomes middle aged. In the last quatrain he has become elderly and dreads dying b/c he won't feel his lover's embrace.

Reviews

[Poeticpiers]

I am old but I dont feel this way. The young cannot conceive how it feels to be old.But the old have experienced being young.
I am enjoying my second childhood more than my first which was marred by war
Growing old disgracefully is great fun no one can tell you what you can or cannot do

[RedInk524]

That actually sounds me thinking about my life... Wow man, this reaches in me pretty far. Good job. Favoriting.

[Fragilebrokendreams]

Aw I just cant help but say this is so sweet and sad at the same time

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

a saddened and methetic role of agism and spirit, a tender outlook, well done.

[Tasha]

This was sad, I loved it. Wonderful write.
♥ Ta'Shandra

[Lily Mae]

It's sad when we have it right in front of us...and later we are left with heartfelt regret for not being in every second of it with loves embrace... to many times we take love for granted... I love this.. as I do all your work...xx