Filaments of Time

Time

Slipping through

My fingertips.


Regrets

Piling high

Stacking themselves


Higher

They gather

Until I can't see.


Wasted

Lives in my

Empty old hands.


Void

Cannot find

Something to fill


Emptiness

Gathered in

My aching soul.


Wandering

Through this life

In search of nothing


Aching

For a tomorrow thats never coming.

Reviews

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You describe so well, the way so many people feel, dear poet. We have to learn to forgive ourselves and love ourselves despite our imperfections.

[Hannah]

Thank you :) and I agree, although to forgive oneself can be a challenge.