Present

Joakim Bergen

No more songs;

I wish to sleep,

And lay my head

On silence’s bosom;

Dream of tomorrow,

Though it’ll ne’er come.

For ‘now’ is ever

And forever,

The only moment

We may indulge;

Future’s silent -

An empty tomb

And past is ashes -

A dead word.

 

Why, then,

Do I weep

The nights away

In prayer,

As the spectre of Future awaits,

And the wraith of Past stalks me?

 

No more songs;

It pains me to remember

What has yet to come;

Though it will pass,

As all things come to;

Still, I dread the moment,

That I know will hurt.

 

I don’t want to hurt.

  • Author: Joakim Bergen (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 20th, 2023 05:43
  • Category: Reflection
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Comments1

  • L. B. Mek

    so relatable, thanks for sharing



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