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Just takes a second to end a life
Twenty-four hours to make a day
Four weeks to build a house
I have more to say

It takes a lifetime
to define a life
The time you spent wisely
let the unwisely strife

Time is the greatest enemy
Devours one of us or all
The only enemy of time is eternity
That's where time runs into a wall
I once was like you
made of muscle and blood
and skin and bone
But my days have come and now they have gone

And I'm left out in the dark to wander round lone
No longer to smell the sweet things
Not even a song

No heat , no cold
no voice of my own
I have no place of residency
to call my place home

All that I have
is a dark holes embrace
Forever now my time
is lost in its space

I am no more than the thought in your head
And that will be gone when you too are dead

So I am condemned with
no senses at all
No tumbling or floating that I can recall

Trapped in the nothingness that's greater than Hell
Just that of my consciouness and the memories that tell
Could you somehow thrive
in a civilisation of bodiless spirits?
What excitement could there be?
Conjuring world’s of gold and silver
of which only you can perceive.

I’d rather stay here
among the sun and stars.
Alive to be
what ever I desire!
And you!
You can be who ever you are!!

Are you sure you want to leave,
leave behind your laden misery?
Turn to vapour unable to touch,
I would rather feel life’s punch!
Ode to loss, death, and decay
grief is never far away.

It walks with my shadow,
in between my steps upon
the paths of my journey
grief follows.

To say goodbye forever
is the hardest part,
to feel the pain of
loss and the empty space
it causes is a deep wound.

Grief is a chasma in the
heart, it bleeds and acks
for awhile.

The ack doesn't stop but
it becomes bearable
over time.

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton
Peeling
away.
Away from
reality.
Seeing things
differently.
From a
slightly
different angle.
Like 2D world
discovering
3D world.
Ignorance.
Safe in
ignorance.
Content in
ignorance.
Best not
to know.
Safer, limited.
Tough enough
as is!
Mind blowing
it be.
In my own little world fireflies stay in open jars
Flowers paint on their colors for the next day,
And the moon laughs while it walks away.
The trees speak of ancient scars,
The creek brings up lost trinkets from afar,
And the animals cry for freedom,
But freedom is not free.
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