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what is to be remembered or erased you cannot tell me this brother cannot explain the wily tricks of your memory does time erase the past anything of your pain I don't think it does yet I see time erasing you I never intended you to be morose fodder for this poem but here you are barely in the flesh I know you are someone who's been tricked by time for you today is often the past and the present hardly seems to happen the past has erased the present for you but time hasn't erased how you remember it you and the past constant companion how do you keep it at bay with your books re-reading them how do you keep it at bay with your long steps and endless walking twenty-six blocks to no where doing your best to kill off time with little effect time is tapping you on your shoulder you don't dare to look into its unforgiving face you don't understand there's a subtle grace in surrender in taking my hand or anyone's time will run out soon enough if you do not grasp what is before you I see you differently now no longer the once tall mountain distant, proud but more a gaunt hollowed broken shell I look into your face there I see time crawling grimly towards a present that refuses to deliver you from your past yours will not be a good death should you die choosing not to persevere and yet I am here to watch It watching over you I'm angry frightened this is surely bitter medicine not peace give me an explanation God, why do You allow this to happen do something anything if You are there someone desperately needs to hear You speak to him directly Now or forever be silent to my unforgiving heart Legal Copyright December 1, 2016 author/writer retains all legal rights for this work for this site title: Meloo/Melissa Ann Howells straight from her Tilt-a-World 7:14 pm Thursday 4:47 am reedited Friday December 2.2016 12:21 am reedited Tuesday December 6, 2016 notes: refer to my other poem I SEE YOU..I see you as a distant mountain I see you as a foreign shore a small pinprick on some abysmal atlas and falling leaf on an ancient forest floor... this was written long ago about my brother it is also on this poetry site. I SEE YOU Vote for this poem |
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