The Wrath Of Time Poem by Nick Kler

I feel so hopeless and tired
Of always singing and dancing
A whole lot of arguing
On things that never mattered

I feel so burnt out
Always trying to protect
Pieces of our future
That we dared to dream of
In our life that we left behind

It is so hard to safe guard
Every moment that contains
Details of our life
Now they started to crumble
As they are getting old

They often tend to forget
The most important bits and pieces
Necessary to complete our Life

They need a constant reminder
And a whole lot of caring
Dementia is surely setting in
As they are reaching the end
Of their purposeful Life

Nevertheless;

They always gave me
A sense of belonging
When I was hiding down below
And there was no one by my side

How long can I fool myself?
Knowing the reality of today
Hollow dark emptiness
Spinning around at the speed of light

Having no friends or family ties
It's always myself and me
Passing moments in these dungeons
Created by the wrath of time

Nothing but clouds and thunder
I carry no heart or soul
They were burnt in that storm
That wracked our home