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Loneliness of Time
Tears oozed down my pale cheeks As I read the unknown woman’s last mystic diary entry: The acute pain lingers in agony: Remembering the smooth skin of his face. My tormented heart is empty. I can still feel the velvety touch As my fingers run down the contours Of his soft skinned nape, tickling him on the sides of his ribs: Did I hear him giggle and gurgle? Momentary ecstasy....then painful silence! Time has no pity. For my offspring is no more. Kissing him, I bid him good night and the sun has never risen ever since! Time stopped. Dust to dust and I am now In an empty place, An estrangement from the world, A lost soul miserably trying But failing not to despair. I cannot weep but forlorn I sweat. The sun sets in a blaze of fire, The time for a hug dissipated. Alas no such fire in me. A cold soul wondering why, Hoping it will survive Many other empty sleepless nights. Why can’t time stop? Am I cruel to read this sad entry? What right have I to publish that which was evidently a private confession? Tears, unrestrained, oozed down my cheeks. 8 November 2021 Placed 1 Subject 5: Time Enter the '''T'' Contest, New or Old' Poetry Contest Sponsor Constance La France
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