The Fickle Wind of Change
There is nothing left to say
No gentle words to whisper
At the end of the long day
Silence is a blessing
A time for me to wrap myself
In loneliness
And find a place to pray
I will not beg forgiveness
My prayer will be for you
I pray that you find happiness
In everything you do
Time seems to have absorbed us
Who we were has disappeared
Leaving only scattered remnants
Of who we used to be
As I dive into the darkness
The lake of memories
I see fragments of us
Floating
Wandering aimlessly
I tried to keep them weighted
I tried to keep them whole
But the fickle wind of change
Is here
And it’s time to set you free.
C.K.22
Flyntland
Sun 11th Sep 2022 15:51
"Time seems to have absorbed us
Who we were has disappeared" what sad and haunting words and what a beautiful poem. thank you