Aleksandra Spaseska

The Burden Of Time - Poem by Aleksandra Spaseska

hands clasped
mouth mumbles.

all things
in and out
of this world,
crumbling, colliding
in my back yard.

palms sweat
lips scorched dry.

suns and moons
rim my face,
all must go
all must go.

hands clasped
mouth mumbles:
this is not a prayer,
somebody please
cut the umbilical cord.


Comments about The Burden Of Time by Aleksandra Spaseska

  • (5/28/2012 8:08:00 AM)

    Thank you Wahab. Checked and correct :) (Report) Reply

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  • Wahab Abdul (5/27/2012 1:44:00 PM)

    welcome to poemhunter, yr poem rocks, but '' lips scorched dry.'' is this a appropriate phrase? may be! otherwise good poem indeed, i like it (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, May 27, 2012

Poem Edited: Sunday, May 27, 2012

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