And time grew wary of us,
of our never-ending fights
with past and present,
with years slipping quietly by
and hourglasses smashed,
with passion always burning
in empty rooms with cold beds,
of curtains drawn together
and fireplaces without warmth.
Time grew wary of us both,
of our fears and fantasies,
of our easy nonchalance,
just bravado to keep away
the fleeting seconds,
the unforgiving minutes
and the slowly passing hours...
Submitted: February 24, 2020
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DampKitten
I love the personification of time here. You give time a 'God-like' authority over the events and relationship as if it were to assert judgement on its value. Of course, the true judgement is with the speaker and the participants, so the purpose of the piece is to imply the remarkable lack of control we feel as things are slipping away.
Mon, March 9th, 2020 3:15amAuthor
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Yes...we only have control over ourselves and that in the best cases. In others, we just struggle to keep sane. Accepting loss with dignity is an exercise in evolution,I guess.
Sun, March 15th, 2020 9:09amI love your reviews, Kitten, there´s a lot I learn about myself from them! Thank you!
Love, Lizzie.