The Hands of Time

Dark and endless are these cold corridors of loneliness

Always ending in stairways to nowhere

Living under the curse of which wounds cannot be healed

By even the most talented of hands

Time waits for no one yet stands still as stone

So is this battleground of love , ambition, dream and life

With every beat of every heart a push and pull exists

That rips from souls the true meaning of existence

For the cursed whose brand reminds of morbid cycles

Over and again..

All he seeks to love, to grasp, to hold , to share

Slips through clenched hands desperate to hold

The warmth of life just once again

To share a smile of joy 

 To look deep into the eyes of inspiration

To open doors of opportunity

And let the light of righteousness

Shine through the darkness of ignorance

Open hearts watch as the present becomes history

History turns into legend

Far beyond the spoken word , Legend fades

From the memories of mankind

And the mark of humanity is all together

Wiped away by the unforgiving hands of time

Reviews

[Meredith Leigh]

Time waits for no one yet stands still as stone
So is this battleground of love , ambition, dream and life
With every beat of every heart a push and pull exists
That rips from souls the true meaning of existence
For the cursed whose brand reminds of morbid cycles
Over and again..
All he seeks to love, to grasp, to hold , to share
Slips through clenched hands desperate to hold

That is indisputably beautiful. I love your description and wording. It's amazing!

- Kriss

[MagiCrystal]

Bravo.... this peace owns life.. and more.. Bravo.. hello
Nice 2 met you.. Magic

[THE LOST ROSE]

This was a very thought provoking poem you have here. I enjoyed reading you take each verse deeper and deeper. I love this line;

Shine through the darkness of ignorance.

That is the begining of another poem. Enjoyed as always!

[Kathryn Star, Shine!]

a remorseful sort of poem, with possibly the choices once made that brought you to where you at the end of the poem. Soulful, yearning for something good to happen. Thoughtful and full of emotion. ks

[Kena Dawn Augustine]

i like this piece mr lopez. just like all your other pieces. this line here:

Living under the curse of which wounds cannot be healed
By even the most talented of hands

sounds liek me too. i have the gift of wriitng, and even though it heals some wounds, and doesn't heal all. and sometimes we have these talents but we dont' know what to do with them, which doors of opportunity it will open for us. and it doesn't git rid of the pain.

great job though! i love your writing style.

kena

[Butterflymom]

This is wonderful. I liked the way you expanded it from the personal to the universal. Very beautiful and extremely well done! This is another of your awesome writes.