The Passage of Time
The hours
pass,
turning
into days,
and weeks
and months,
and years;
Bringing so
much
pain and
sorrow
and tears;
Amidst so
many
days of
wine
and roses.
Happiness,
within fears.
Great
moments of success,
winding up
amidst
dreams
filled with
bitterness
and hate;
Turning
into
a crazy
kind of payback
for many
sins of old,
That can
never be put away
resting in
minds
and hearts
forever.
Suspicion,
hiding in
the darkness
of every
single moment.
Haunting,
each
passing day.
Feeling,
as if in
chains,
In a prison
called
home;
Where
respect
has been lost
and broken.
Like a
bird, trapped
in a cage.
Wanting to
soar
among the
clouds
and be free
from all
pain
and
suffering.
Nirvana!
some call
it,
while some
prefer
Heaven…
And others,
While some,
even say
its nothingness.
An empty
field
that stretches
into
eternity
where one
walks
and never
feels weary.
Wherever it
may be
What is
most missing
is Peace of
mind
and
tranquility,
if they
still exist
in this
place
called the
Universe.
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