Fears of Forever

July 7, 2014
My time spent alone,

It isn’t sad or blue.

It is simply time alone,

Although it’s spent with you.


Time is funny in her ways.

And like a god,

You can choose to believe in her mysterious waves.


And I ask myself,

When I’m alone,

If time were alive,

Her birth yet known,

Would she be a friendly one?


I ponder her existence.

Your eyes hold the answer,

Not for the world,

But for me.

As I read into their pools,

I try to decipher time’s purpose,

Before I become time herself.


Love me when I'm with my lonesome self,

Love me when I'm alone,

To save me from falling into time’s captive drone.





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moderndayEmilyDickinson This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Jul. 26, 2014 at 6:55 pm
Very full of depth. A amazingly written poem.Thanks for sharing this!
 
Liv.HarrisThis teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time. This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Jul. 14, 2014 at 7:05 pm
This is really deep and poetic! Great job on the personification by the way :)
 
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