Time
is there a time when pain accrued
dissolves to nothingness
when life again bares mites of joy
amid this hopelessness
and will i dare let go this grief
bid fair thee well to pain
and spirits shall no longer be
my daily crutch and bane
for time's become my enemy
by keeping us apart
and yet it drifts directly to
the one who owns my heart
so suffer i these nights alone
abiding daily life
obsessed with burning passion for
this soul i call my wife
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
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
