fractured
shattered
Torn and tossed
love
and hate
Star lovers crossed
distant
hollow
Left to die
reasons
questions
Wonder why’s
Time a thief
and we, the victims
Clocks without a hand to spare
crowded
tortured
Left abandoned
Any reason, not to care
Seasons
Moments
Minutes passing
clinging
Clawing
To hold on
Memories
Golden
An illusion
All too soon
Forever, gone
What we have
we held
Not knowing
Just How quickly
It would pass
Breathless
Grasping
To relive it
Anyway
To make it last
Blink your eyes
And you will miss it
Like a vapor
Here and gone
Life a ride
And time
The driver
All too soon
It passes on
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Kelli Sheckler-Amsden
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Many people wonder how, too. You are not alone, and I am an expert. I will teach you how, too! First, you need to remit a small application fee and fill out an application describing the nature of your financial situation and how often payments will be made, as this will have great bearing on how well I teach you how, too.
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Comments (3)
Everything is tenporary in this world. Loved your poem!
So why, as a child, did it seem to take forever for Christmas Eve to arrive? Eternity & brevity, all in the incessant ticking of a clock. Beautiful poem, my friend.
Just like relationships one way or another.