The Rift

Eternal.

So forgotten.

So alone.

So much is broken.

 

And that what I have last seen.

 

Here I am.

At this edge -

Come to what may be.

 

Souls passing around

And just one stands alone.

Forgotten.

As the souls move on.

 

Here it stands

At this edge.

Watching what it could be.

Struck by the barrier holding it back.

 

I can see the passing

Through the shadow of an endless cliff

The lives that are incomplete

 

The hearts that are still wanting

 

The pain that I still feel.

 

Here I will remain.

At this rift.

The edge of my time.

 

Forsaken by my luck.

 

The lonely soul.

 

Watching the chasm where eternity begins.

The edge of the rift on which it stands.

But I can't move.

 

This poor soul

Doomed to never die.

 

To live eternity alone.

Author's Note

Kind of a dark image from a dream...

...maybe it was a nightmare...

Reviews

[Tai Chi Italy]

Yes it sounds like a nightmare my dear friend, I hope you woke to a much brighter vision. Good to write it down and out though. You write of an edge of life and society we all feel ourselves on at some time in our lives, us poets far more often than is good for us. It is good to read you again, smiling at you, Tai