Gone.
After all is said and done.
Nothing really matters when you're gone.
Gone as in yesterday.
When looking back is miles away.
You join this life and end this life alone.
Long gone is worse than gone.
Long gone is getting lost in time.
Time is always gone, though we’re trying to hang on to it.
Because we believe to waste it is a crime.
Planning is the answer, planning all our days.
Planning what we wish to do or say.
But then we’re wasting words, trying to be heard.
On people who forget to look our way.
“I’m here,” you cry and then you wonder why, nobody seems to notice what you say.
One day they’ll pay attention and you will get a mention.
They’ll miss you on the day…..
You’re gone.
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'Gone as in yesterday.
When looking back is miles away.
You join this life and end this life alone.
Long gone is worse than gone.
Long gone is getting lost in time.
Time is always gone, though we’re trying to hang on to it.
Because we believe to waste it is a crime.'
a timely write! ( no pun intended, but still quietly celebrated)
'ahem'... lol
I think a lot of people can relate
to your general sentiments, although
maybe not worded so depressingly, stark
(remember people take sugar, with their tea
let alone an expresso - shot, of unfiltered reality...) lol
thanks for sharing, dear poet
Thank you.
It was a bit grey but I assure you , it was not how I felt writing it.
We all consider futility sometimes?
Don’t we ?
we do, indeed
just a part of our complexity..
may you continue to evolve under your flag
of sincerity and unflinching veracity, dear poet
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