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In Time
by Joe CramerTime is not my own,
I am left all alone
as it should be,
while it could be
something more for me.
There is nothing left to see. 10/19/2015 Author's Note: ... on being alone...
Posted on 10/19/2015
Copyright © 2024 Joe Cramer
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 10/19/15 at 07:58 PM Nice...short and sweet....to the point. |
| Posted by Rob Littler on 10/20/15 at 03:23 PM ...and the point, timeless, ageless, magnificent and terror-ific all at once. The sense that because one feels there is nothing left to see, one is just ripe for beginning to see everything. I share the melancholy in these lines, brother! |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 10/26/15 at 03:21 PM This describes that feeling very well and leaves me feeling the bleak of it. Well done. |
| Posted by Joan Serratelli on 10/26/15 at 06:37 PM As usual; you say a lot in an economy of words. Good read.
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