If only I could not see one hundred days in front of me
A narrow window though a fabric worn as curse
Endowed as duty and unable to stop
What nothing keeps coming
For each of us
Children we are
On our first day of school
A spatter of waves
We are different
Faces are laughing
While I feel the same
Pain of just knowing
Adrift in solitude
As empath cannot feel
The grip of time around my neck
Would he let me keep making mistakes
Still talks about When
I have not forgot
Promise lost unlinks this last from life
I cannot see a bright light
But I do follow
Weeping for me
A drowned sound he lets go
Where scores of birds sing lovely
Where youth plays all odds against a siren sea
Where my whispers are lost in the wind
As if it matters


~ by Joy Suzanne Grazer on August 20, 2014.

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