No Such Magic
My tendency to slip into the dark-
a matter you have now begun to press.
In realms of time and pain, I ache no less;
you undervalue still, its lasting mark.
So see me stand before you, bare and stark;
I pray you’re not dismayed when I confess
the ticking clock alone cannot repress-
this sorrow hovers on a timeless arc.
I do not wish to burden or deceive;
if I could craft a spell, I’d cast it quick.
I’d wield a wand if it might do the trick,
but endless is this ache, I do believe.
To waste a wish on turning time is tragic,
for I have yet to come across this magic.
Copyright © Jessica Wheeler | Year Posted 2024
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment