Eternal Strangers

Thomasine Dye


If I only had more time

I’d get it right, find all the lines

What time for study? What time for discovery? 

Such things for me are distant luxuries 


No time left to care

Why waste it in despair?

No time for French, no time for Hegel

Just quiet nights by the stove, waiting on the kettle


Never hungry, never filled

Nothing I do is ever willed

An actor with no passion left to give

Yet so many I have still outlived


A life-long winter of discontent

My youth so wastefully spent

The future is dead and gone

I slept too much, lived too long


I dreamt of life, and longed for connection

To be more than a machine needing correction 

But I’ve buried my dreams below to die

In my garden, where my roses bleed to cry


The eternal strangers, always looking in

Only noticed to be accused of sin 

No meaning in life, no meaning in death

In silence their lives came and went

  • Author: Thomasine Dye (Offline Offline)
  • Published: December 4th, 2022 00:02
  • Comment from author about the poem: "I'm happy, hope you're happy too. I've loved all I've needed, love. Sordid details following." -David Bowie
  • Category: Reflection
  • Views: 4


  • jarcher54

    I like this... it is over the top but sophisticated and mature at the same time. Thanks for letting us look in on you.

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