Every second, beats a note,
Time forgotten not,
Hung like dead men on a rope,
Remembrance of another cost.
Take this step as through the void,
Each one stronger then the one before.
Bring to me the falling sky,
As a reckon and deliverance sighs.
My lasting breath has seen the cold,
Its smoky wisp to here unfold,
And prayer lasts for eternity,
As love lingers in its beauty.
To feel the words upon your tongue,
The good die young.
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Author:
RSM (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: January 2nd, 2026 08:55
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Comments1
Such a timely poem at this time of year about time itself. Nicely worded it reveals its meaning slowly. Loved it
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