The time of my life

The days, weeks, months and years fall upon me like dead leaves.

I’m already gone and just don’t know it.

Everything that we think we know is an illusion.

Time itself does not exist nor do we.

We live in fear of a monster that never was.

Reviews

[Vertigo Cat1111]

‘We live in fear of a monster that never was’. This whole poem is amazing and poetic, but this line? Wow, breathtaking and painfully true. There really is nothing to fear but fear itself and yet we still spend so, so much time being afraid. I loved this piece and every line of it, but that one particularly stood out to me and was perfect as a last line. Thank you so much for sharing.

[Soren]

Thank you so much for your kind words and review. There are no monsters, only misunderstanding