The Last Of Your Time Poem by Ace Of Black Hearts

The Last Of Your Time

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Why so serious?
Where's the daily laughter?
Remembering the childhood happily ever after.
The images wash over you in this waking dream.
So innocent, so sweet, so naive, so easy to deceive.
Is it in our conscious of the mind that we define that precious time.
How many days are left.
Are you still counting or just holding your breath.
Still waiting for that moment when it all takes.
The final footing.
The dance has been long and memorable.
But when you close your eyes what is it you see.
A rising white castle made of monumental marble stone.
One last wish too not die alone.
But in the company of comfort and love.
The unending struggle.
An impoverished existence in nothing but pain and suffering.
And as the tears wail up who is it you blame if not yourself.
Is it enough to say but I have always been completely sober.
Is it enough to say I did the best with the cards I was dealt.
A fogged mind is not just a disease of substance.
There is many kinds.
Sometimes it a single lie we tell our self over and over again in which it is defined.
The pleasure in being constantly numb.
To feel nothing is sometimes easier then giving in to the raw emotional turmoil.
The truth can hold so many dark secrets.
If you know the signs.
Just read between the lines.

Tuesday, July 7, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: life and death,loss,love,pain,time
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Roseann Shawiak 25 July 2015

Being numb and feeling nothing helps us to get through loss and emotional turmoil, it's an unending struggle to be sure, a battle we never really win, yet fight it constantly, having only an impoverished existence to show for it. Your poem is filled with the truth of life's uncertainty and doubt, amazingly honest and straightforward! Truly a poignant message to all. Thank you for sharing, RoseAnn

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