Time had been my friend,
an unspoken
promise
between us.
I would be patient.
I would
trust.
Never question.
What had I to
fear
from such an old friend?
Betrayal, perhaps?
When that day finally came,
and I heard the beautiful
name
of the dearest one,
the one with the magic eyes,
I found that time had
Betrayed me.
No.
Wounded me.
Like nothing else
in life
ever had.
Gone
was a word that had
new and terrible meaning.
Something too permanent to know
mercy.
That is the way of words.
The power they hold is
ancient.
Gone was a word of the oldest times.
A word made heavy by
finality.
Time had been my friend,
once,
an unspoken promise
between us.
Until it was
gone.
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The Land of Midian: A Poetry Collection
PoetryRandom bits of poetry from various stages of my life. Some are from my high school days. Others are narrative poetry that tell a story. All of them are pieces of my life that followed me through to where I am today.
