The End of Time

Everyone knows when time began
But I know the day that it ended
The day you died I ceased to exist
For that's when time was suspended

My memories are now, all that I have
To get me through each day
My heart no longer, thirsts for life
Each second, it starts to decay

My soul, now wandering aimlessly
Loneliness, my only friend
A shadow, in a world filled with light
Waiting, for death to descend

Whispering winds, keep calling your name
Leading me to and fro
Seeking for solace, in a world of despair
Not knowing which way to go

Broken, I stumble, from place to place
Cursing this prison called life
Patiently waiting, for the angel's return
To reunite me with you, my wife
Copyright © | Year Posted 2010

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Devonshire Avatar
May 7, 2010 at 7:58 AM
Larry, life does seem to lose its luster, even become a prison, when we long to be with someone who has passed away. This is just how I felt when my husband died. I was 24 then and still have trouble trying to take the prison bars down. I'm so sorry you are going through this pain. Very well composed poem! This is one for my favorites. Love, Carolyn
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May 7, 2010 at 7:46 AM
so sorry for your loss, take care
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