torn apart by time

anonymous

love turn to anger turn to hate
like the changing seasons
we sprang eternal only to recoil
back down inside ourselves
the heat of our summer
has given way to a wintery touch
the laughter once so easy to share
is now an inside joke followed
by an uneasy tormented silence
when once there two hands
cradled inside each other
replaced by sand and space
our time slipping through those hands
like an hourglass on it's last minutes
have we fallen,sunk to a depth
where the air has turned so black
there is little hope for turning back

violet ray

there is always hope, isn't there? doesn't there have to be?
you told me impossible is implausible, didn't you?

Nothingbetter

I really like your writings. You're a talented poet

I like this line..."the heat of our summer
has given way to a wintery touch"


Something so warm, can turn so cold in the blink of an eye. Isn't that the truth.