Forever… but who sets the time?
Distant seconds turn to infinity, removing all hope of restituted joy.
This mournful infelicity that drones on in perpetuity, cascading all utopia into fissures that imbibe grief like a parched sponge.
Eyes searching hungrily, seeking the familiarity of a love emblazoned on a heart now turned to stone…
...
Read full text
Lamentation! ! ! Who sets the time? Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
Who knows who sets the time? thank you so much for your comment Edward