Frozen In Time
As history unravels in front of my eyes,
hurling truths through an intermediary,
I try to see the picture clearly. The seer
had seen the turbid future long before
it came to a dead end. Who am I then
to try to amend the ancient rules?
„My child“, she says, „It started
long before you could even imagine
to be part of it“. But now
I'm on the edge of that world –
Different time, same place... And I
see her face, washed-out, the bridge,
the urge to drown the fears. And mine,
which is floating In her tears.
different person, same fate.
„For you“, says the distant voice,
„It isn't late“. But how can I ever forget
that image, frozen in time. Burried in mind.
Her face, the bridge, fears floating in the air.
Her hands pulling me towards the past,
telling me not to fight.
Copyright © Tamara Simic | Year Posted 2016
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