Time for Her Soul

The face of my watch has become my own disguise.

My numbers blink, counting down the seconds until my demise.

I watch like the devil, the poison each number injects in my veins.

 

Where is laughter? Where is joy?

All is forgotten, along with her name.

As I hide my face, in guilt and in shame.

 

But still I will face another sunrise

As sun breathes its life inside my lungs

And love beats its rhythm inside my heart

 

I drag myself out, from the shadows

Tear the numbers, off from my skin

For time has no limit, when soul meets love

Author's Note

The basic thought behind this poem: your body, your heartbeat, can not last forever. But what truly keeps you alive - your soul, the center of love, will never truly die.