Portal

Time...the portal we travel through
where memories are a whispering wind
   of jumbled thoughts
that haunt our sensibilities of hopes and dreams
   stretching across time
where we are tethered and blindly travel
as we carry the burden of emotional baggage 
that intertwines with the tendrils of time

this silent motion of our passage
   from birth to death
is a bittersweet measure of our journey's length
from our earliest fragile footprints
   to our shuffling last 
both will vanish from this portal of time
   the unseen enemy of life
that blows its breath upon our graves
to free itself from the pictures of our existence
that tumble through the invisible portal
like dead crumbling leaves that have turned to dust

introspectiontimefree verse

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