time

 i cannot capture the portrait of time-

my grasp is out of reach like a child's prayer-

burdened by the gift of love-

torturous thoughts that i create given compassionately from above-

moving swiftly through each and every second-

 too far away from my comprehension to understand the moment-

i'm here but  only as a witness of things-

memories are like dreams-

my mind is in battle with my reality-

what of my soul-

what's left to keep of me-

my bones- 

the only truth that i know-

life is death's sweet kill-

as high hopes die and time keeps standing still-

 tomorrows morning sun will soon set with me-

my purpose is empty and lost-

without it i am a ghost-

i cling to this this temorary shell with a grip of death-

waiting desperately with every waking breath-

 

Reviews

[Ghost of Jupiter]

I agree that the style of your writing with out punctuation gives it a sense of urgency that is captivating and thought provoking. I enjoy it very much. Wonderful write.

"my grasp is out of reach like a child's prayer"

btw that line is amazing!!

[[Dark]]

wow, that was breath taking! lol, it was real good, i liked how you didnt use any periods, and how you kept on writing, without pausing. its a mouthful!

Wow, i love your style, and how you use your words
well written
-nice write-
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[Deborah Leah Krempa]

Nice write. Keep up the good work. Thank you for sharing. Debileah