Foul Mistress Of Time

Release me
From these binds
Oh foul
Mistress of time

Let me
Deduce
The fountain
Of youth

The master
Crafts a puzzle
Then finds
The key

Sit and watch
The stone
To see
If it grows

We are born
A ticking clock
But die
A broken camera

The moment is
Only gone
When we
Fail to remember

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This poem is from the book A Requiem For What Could Have Been: Poetry For The Broken

Expectations

While it’s never
As bad
As you think
It will be

It’s also
Never as good
As you remember
It to be

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This poem is from the book A Requiem For What Could Have Been: Poetry For The Broken

Mere Imaginings

Almost everything
I remember
Of you
Are mere imaginings

Just the stories
Shared
Of a man
Long gone
Made real
By the desperate
Longings of a son
To feel
Something
Anything
For his father
Other than shame

My dwindling pride
Clinging
To the hope
That perhaps
You were once
Something more
Than the shell
You became

I tell them
I never knew that man
That those memories
Are not mine
Yet now
Those lies
They are all I have of you
Beyond the small scatterings
Of pain
I learnt to forget

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This poem is from the book A Requiem For What Could Have Been: Poetry For The Broken

remember

and then
you remember
the breath
and the silence
within

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This poem is from the book A Requiem For What Could Have Been: Poetry For The Broken