Infinite

Infinite

A Poem by Julie McCarthy (juliespenhere)

What happens when infinite
Becomes final finally
That infinite infinity
We eternally lose
It’s gone forever
This world
This universe
To nothing
The memory infinitely
Eternally gone
There’s no one to recall them
Just the dust of a heart
Once broken
Once loved
Lying there
Twisting turning
Imagining it’s still beating
amongst the
Eternal stars
Infinite infinity

© 2018 Julie McCarthy (juliespenhere)


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This touches so many ideals... I see it most as losing the mind to Alzheimer's and Dementia And I have witnessed first hand just what the disease can do... Thanks for sharing this poem

Posted 7 Years Ago


the concept of infinity is quite mind-boggling. you've done a great job of capturing it here. could apply these thoughts many things. was thinking about the auto brand (infinity). great thoughts and food-for-thought. enjoyable ...

Posted 7 Years Ago


When I read this I imagined the end of a relationship, where one partner wants no further contact with the other. 'What happens when infinite becomes final finally'

And then I scrolled down.

Good piece, gets the grey matter doing what it should do.

Posted 7 Years Ago


Julie McCarthy (juliespenhere)

7 Years Ago

Thanks for your kind review you can interpret any of my stuff any way you desire that’s the beauty.. read more
If the world was no more
If it just stopped
These are my questions I ask

This review was written for a previous version of this writing

Posted 7 Years Ago


Got to work early today wrote quickly in haste te

This review was written for a previous version of this writing

Posted 7 Years Ago



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Added on March 21, 2018
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Julie McCarthy (juliespenhere)
Julie McCarthy (juliespenhere)

Sydney , Australia



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Amateur old poet well not that old but not a young 20 anymore I live to write I write at least five poems ditties every weekend and a few during week I write quickly it just flows and bu.. more..