The Wings Of Time Poem by Noah Body

The Wings Of Time

Rating: 5.0


Across the wings of time
I can only speak in rhyme
Of the torturous depths of hell
The ringing of death's own bell
The loss of every tiny hope
End of the ability to cope
Loneliness that bleeds the soul
Despair extracts a heavy toll
No other soul can understand
Lest they've lived it first hand
It's clear no recourse is there
To cease to be is all that's fair

Saturday, January 31, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: nothing
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Lyn Paul 31 January 2015

To feel and read your incredible words over time has been so wonderful. With that slim connection of knowing who you are and knowing just how strong too. The Wings Of Time moves me. Yet my heart smiled when I saw your new poem. Thank You

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