Time of Scilla

November 29, 2010
By Goldengrove GOLD, San Bernardino, California
Goldengrove GOLD, San Bernardino, California
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Favorite Quote:
"The end is always okay, if it's not okay it's not the end."

Sound of my voice,
You are here
But I am gone.
A few years have gone by.
Time became air—
You took small notice of it
Until it became a rare thing;
I took you for granted
Until you could no longer be of help.
The small seconds of
Silence between the noise—
Time comes to us
Softly and silently:
It sits next to us, patiently,
Then it moves on.
I try to make you mine
But I can only reach so far.
Time is running out,
I hadn’t noticed that
Until it became hard to breathe and speak—
That is the reason for my written words.
I watch these fingers take
A tight grasp around this pen,
I watch this pen move across
This paper, in agitated silence—
What a waste of borrowed time;
To have believed the sound
Of my no-longer self
Would have been able to chant
Upon me the words of the Scilla spell.

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