Soar With Time

The words soared 

out the windows,

swept away with time,

and I 

was left speechless,

expressionless,

locked away,

the key non-existent,

watching their lives

slip away

from me,

and I

was helpless,

so much so,

their faces 

became a blotched mess,

a blur of scrambled features,

and I 

couldn’t help it,

I just watched them

dissolve.

Reviews

[Antonio Valentino]

i hate it when that happens.. thats why i write with the windows closed..

sometimes our thoughts are many..

but the words never really leave do they..

the're still in there.. hiding somewhere behind the tip of our eyes..

wonderful you
:)

[demureminds]

Thank you!

[SHEEMA HUQ]

a concise yet intensive burst of expression, thanks

[demureminds]

Thanks!(:

[Tai Ryens]

For a strange reason, Alzheimer's came to mind when I finished reading this. Or perhaps Dementia. Nonetheless, the idea of faces slowly morphing into blotches of clay intrigues my mind. Well done.

[demureminds]

Yeah that actually crossed my mind when I finished it... It didn't actually turn out the way I had intended haha, but oh well. Thanks

[Sami Khalil]

And this poem is soaring with timeless images and words.

[demureminds]

Thank you! (: