DISILLUSIONMENT

Disillusionment

 

 

The past has a habit of returning

like an unwanted mosquito and

film reels splintered

and taped awkwardly

not showing the true picture

 

 

the distant past

the here and now

the future

blended in a cohesive

patterned predictability

 

 

I saw myself in the distance

and having met myself

coming back again

as a stranger

 

 

Stone broke my hour glass

with shattered time warped

disillusionment

 

 

Borne away on the winds of

dashed hopes and what might

have been’s vague memories

plague my mind

and unsettle my soul ~

 

~

 

 

 

~ Helena ~

Author's Note

THANK YOU FOR READING MY WORDS

Reviews

[Deborah Leah Krempa]

A wonderfully written poem. Thank you for sharing. Debileah