Corrupted Time Poem by Peter Cloutier-Jabalee

Corrupted Time

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CORRUPTED TIME...

Time... It is but a forgotten wasteland,
Of the things I treasured and hate then.
But Time, though kept, cannot be forgotten,
All the times I have wept, my tears have felt rotten.

In this new dimension, of timeless time,
The time stands still,3 after 9.
9: 15, it is but only morning,
I wish this was a dream, but today I am mourning.

I find myself, with bottle onto wine,
Should I not drive, to throttle off to dying?
I shall take a sip, a drink of delusion,
Until thoughts cannot think, and see only illusion.

I drift away, from feathered past,
And find my way to the Heaven's at last.
But this is not death, nor is it the end,
I breathe, yet another breath, I hate to pretend.

I think about the times gone by,
I think of how she touched me while shy.
I think of what she wore our first time,
The first time together, our love has found time.

As time may pass, the confusion and pain,
Slowly drift away, like thunder and rain.
I will likely, Survive this Torment,
Although the wine, will not help but ferment.

They say you shall not, drink while grieving,
I shall not think, of just me dreaming.
Just me sleeping, locked away and alone,
Even a King, needs a Queen at his throne.

The clock strikes 1, or 2, or 3.
The thoughts are done, they're through with me.
Maybe 4, or even 5, or 6.
The door may open, alive, through ticks.

Although, time, does not stand still,
It is through this time, we remember as will.
So think today of those you cherish,
And remember those you lost in perish.

- Peter Cloutier-Jabalee AKA XeroXipher
- -March 11th,2022

Corrupted Time
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
I have not married or experienced the death of a soul mate, I have been single for about 2 years and my last girlfriend passed away last year... So I guess, this one would be for her, if we had been soul mates.
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