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The Fickle Wind of Change

There is nothing left to say

No gentle words to whisper

At the end of the long day

 

Silence is a blessing

A time for me to wrap myself

In loneliness

And find a place to pray

 

I will not beg forgiveness

My prayer will be for you

I pray that you find happiness

In everything you do

 

Time seems to have absorbed us

Who we were has disappeared

Leaving only scattered remnants

Of who we used to be

 

As I dive into the darkness

The lake of memories

I see fragments of us

Floating

Wandering aimlessly

 

I tried to keep them weighted

I tried to keep them whole

But the fickle wind of change

Is here

And it’s time to set you free.

 

C.K.22

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Flyntland

Sun 11th Sep 2022 15:51

"Time seems to have absorbed us
Who we were has disappeared" what sad and haunting words and what a beautiful poem. thank you

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John Marks

Sun 11th Sep 2022 15:20

When there is nothing left to say: silence wins, we all become dumb at the horror of the world.

“The silence depressed me. It wasn't the silence of silence. It was my own silence.”

― Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

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John Botterill

Thu 25th Aug 2022 22:20

This has great poetic resonance, Clare. It may be about a specific relationship, but it speaks about change in all relationships, over time. Fab!

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