The Beauty Of Eternity... Poem by Broken Voice

Forever is forever in itself, the endless wonder
of the end, I cannot see it but yet its the same
curiosity that condemned me to never do.

What is it? I cannot see nor touch it, is this
what they call eternity? So many questions,
seeing those I love grow old and apart tears
my soul.

The window at which I face is dreadful for even
a tree cannot live this long. Facing eternity has
brought me to my knees, such a great punishment

Unable to experience the whispers and joy of
love, I resort to anger as this makes the days
go by, what have I done?

The excitement is now gone and my will to
live has left, who has forsaken me so?