Front Row

without these walls

my will is broken

knowing not what will be

or what is forgotten.

 

For once this Time

I now see all

That which feeleth not

shall be the one to bear all.

 

With views in retrospect

one finds fault in all

Here you are, unknown to all,

yet Time always wins.

 

tonight is one not too many

for it is that only we shall be standing

as Time stood still,

her heart yet unbeating.

 

Author's Note

ignore grammar, please!

Reviews

[Jacqueline]

Your grammar sucks. :|
Haha, just kidding, buddy!!

I still can't believe you hid the fact that you write all these years.
This poem seemed so random the first time I read it; so out of the blue.
But then I read it again and maybe it's just how I interpreted it, but it actually relates to so many situations. The language is so burdensome and beautiful.
Nevertheless, I'd love to know your inspiration behind this piece.
Great write.