floating away from time

I I feel like I’m not actually living

Just floating through the vastness of time

In an orb of sadness, nostalgia, and fear for what comes ahead and what is behind me

Surrounded by cold clouds of gas and distant stars

And crying because of how time has ruined me for all the

Eternities that will exist

What will happen after I’ve died?

After all of my friends have died?

After everyone I’ve known has died?

Will my little corner of the universe, of time and space, be eternally forgotten?

Or will my sad mind and lonely soul stay, somewhere else?

All memories of my life will turn to dust that will drift away,

far from where I’ve floated through time

and that has crushed my sense of purpose

where will I go from here and how can my mind come back to earth?

My mind has travelled somewhere else in spacetime,

Leaving my soul in the distant past and my mind

In the distant future, and I am lonely in the present,

Wondering where to go and how to stay

And that, my friend, is why I am sad.

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i know we often worry about this...have we had any impact on others in our lives, will we be remembered, will our poetry be read by anyone after we are gone.

but i believe in eternity---we will meet again...all of us who have been friends in life...
and we will look down and have a few laughs and some good memories.

it is all too easy to feel loss of purpose, but if we persist, we will make a mark.

[Troy Henson]

I often sit and wonder what if.....but then I think to myself if we dont try and we dont put out there what we enjoy then what kind of world would we live in now?? Everything we do serves a purpose and maybe in another life we will continue on with what we started.

[Amber Lily]

Ah yes... this thought crosses my mind once in a while too and I'll panic for a short while. But it always ends the same. I realize I'm asking questions that I will never know the answer to until it actually happens, so best make what you have of your time left. A great write :)

[Coyote Poetry]

Life will change and we must change too. Hard to do. One day, we will become the elder. I'm here now.
"Wondering where to go and how to stay
And that, my friend, is why I am sad."
When I look at old photos of people gone. I feel sad and thankful. We need teachers and we become teachers of life. A powerful poem. You made me think this morning.
Coyote

[Ma'at]

thank you x

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome.

[Einstein Noodle]

i can feel the deep melancholy in your words .. its an enveloping cloud ... the question of life after death is as old as we ... it's answer crosses over science and mathematical pursuits ... its the land of Faith ;) i think that longing inside for something more to life than our imminent death is in everyone .. the honest search will give us the answer ... God is good ...and very alive ... thats where your writing has taken me this morning ..so glad i came to read!
E.