The Time Of My Life Poem by soren Barrett

The Time Of My Life

Rating: 5.0


The days, weeks, months and years fall upon me like dead leaves.
I'm already gone and just don't know it.
Everything that we think we know is an illusion.
Time itself does not exist nor do we.
We live in fear of a monster that never was.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
David Wood 01 February 2022

We are what our minds tell us. Nice poem 5*

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soren Barrett 01 February 2022

Thank you so much for your kind comment. We are indeed what we think and fear what we believe.

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