Sitting here alone at night
writing for all yet for none
whispers of multitudes
come and go through my mind
Searching for time that has gone
gone from my hands
gone from my days here on earth
Each second gone
takes with him
my breath
my time
my life
Sitting here naked
for all to see
revealing my soul
without an apology
Stone me if you must
curse me if you dare
but don't ignore my plea
A plea for acknowledgment
to show me that you see
that you see me
occupying time and space
in this here Galaxy
For when I'm gone for ever
there will be no trace of me
no flesh, no bone, no sound
just thoughts and words
of me.
When I see time and space are infinite I believe in infinity. A thoughtful poem.
Spatil and temporal collaboration in your sublime verses...Well done.
I like the advocation of spiritualism, it's very scary to think that we are merely matter, and there's nothing else.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sigh, moisten eyes reading this beautiful share. The poets with their huge courage to reveal own souls, seedling rows of words on other people's souls. I think sometimes words could be more precious than diamonds. You managed to touch my soul again, thank you dear poet!
Thank you for your beautiful poetic comment, it means a lot, dear deep soul. 🌹