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jmaggio22
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Moments in Time
There are moments in time
when the best of us fall,
there are moments in time
when we stand, not crawl.
There are moments in time
when memories just wont do,
there are moments in time
when I cant say I love you.
There are dreams I hold dear
images not easily forgotten,
there are landscapes I’ve seen
sickly, decayed and rotten.
There are woman I have kissed
sweet, delicate and soft,
there are times I’ve gone insane
wept, mutilated and scoffed.
Could there possibly be an end
to a life as erratic as mine?
Could there possibly be a meaning
to this shivering in my spine?
The setting of the sun
much like my journey to dreams,
happens every single night
ends with an image so serene.
I wake to the light sound of a piano
coming from within my mind,
a tune I cannot get rid of
no matter how hard I try.
I live in a world
tattered with memories,
a world long since forgotten
no one remembers me.
At night I writhe in pain
from the scars of my past,
why cant I slow down
stop, I wont last.
Yet I still dream of the moment
on that beautiful day,
when I bid you all farewell,
and simply,
Fly away.
just looking for some feedback mostly on the construction and flow of the poem you can comment on the content but be serious about it thank you
There are moments in time
when the best of us fall,
there are moments in time
when we stand, not crawl.
There are moments in time
when memories just wont do,
there are moments in time
when I cant say I love you.
There are dreams I hold dear
images not easily forgotten,
there are landscapes I’ve seen
sickly, decayed and rotten.
There are woman I have kissed
sweet, delicate and soft,
there are times I’ve gone insane
wept, mutilated and scoffed.
Could there possibly be an end
to a life as erratic as mine?
Could there possibly be a meaning
to this shivering in my spine?
The setting of the sun
much like my journey to dreams,
happens every single night
ends with an image so serene.
I wake to the light sound of a piano
coming from within my mind,
a tune I cannot get rid of
no matter how hard I try.
I live in a world
tattered with memories,
a world long since forgotten
no one remembers me.
At night I writhe in pain
from the scars of my past,
why cant I slow down
stop, I wont last.
Yet I still dream of the moment
on that beautiful day,
when I bid you all farewell,
and simply,
Fly away.
just looking for some feedback mostly on the construction and flow of the poem you can comment on the content but be serious about it thank you