Shasha Mesha

Rookie - 317 Points (Malaysia)

The Death Of Time - Poem by Shasha Mesha

The clasp was surreal,
It felt completely cosmic
The walk continued a great distance,
I was being led this time
As I was coaxed into being a follower
The endearing breeze swept across my lips,
Seamlessly witnessing a parade of gushing moons,
Scintillating sound of the busy streets as I progressed,
I was kept occupied,
Allowing me to incite all my senses
Refusing to fathom, I was completely susceptible to the spur of the moment
Distinctively conquering the time,
I felt an emerging need to halt the breath
Trying to defy my role as a follower
But the radiance beamed into my eyes,
And at that very moment,
The death of time was bequeathed.

Topic(s) of this poem: timeless

Form: Free Verse

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, September 20, 2015

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