Published January 24, 2011
I put so much energy on my work that I forgot what was really important,
time was going fast and I was anaware of her disease,
that monster that was sucking life from her soul;
I thought to myself, I'll go to her tomorrow, or the day after
but I never did.
Futile things took priority in my life,
when I should have been there and say goodbye,
goodbye to her who was now beginning a long journey.
Death has become a joke,
nobody takes it seriously anymore,
they say people come and go,
like anything in this world,
think of the end of summer at the onset of winter.
What a shock,
she was already dead
when I was planning to visit her.
Why is time always in such a hurry,
why "us" people think we have a lot of it,
when in reality we could be next.
... think
Points:
Time spent:
IP address:
Canary word: Present
Possible AI signals:
Original Text:
Are you sure you want to delete this comment? This cannot be undone.
Mark this comment as a review? Points will be awarded to the poster.
Your comment was posted, but it wasn’t long enough to count as a review. Reviews need about four complete sentences (at least 250 characters). Try writing another review that explains your thoughts in more detail — the author will appreciate it, and you’ll earn points for it.
Thank you
Time has a funny and sometimes cruel way of taking care of missed chances, sometimes. She also has a nasty habit of doing whatever we don't want her to do. But time is out of our reach, in that way.
I really like this piece - the emotion is a tad weak in some places and there are some minor punctuation errors, but to be honest I was more concerned with the fact that I could relate to what you're saying. That, in itself, is an accomplishment on your part. Not all writers are able to connect with their readers, and I'll be the first to admit that I'm like a stone while reading most poetry. But, despite that fact, you got me on this one. Great write, and keep it up!
You're right! Time does go quickly. I hadn't really thought about that much. I geuss, if you look on the bright side there is a saying "Time flys when you're having fun".
Nice job with this poem! I liked it very much. Keep writing!
-Kafka