The Sunday Muse #88
Thank you Carrie for this interesting prompt, designed to stimulate our cerebral hemispheres.
STRESSED OUT
I cannot face you yet, for the hour has not arrived.
Time marches on relentlessly, never ceasing and without compassion.
Could it be an eternity since we were united and in total harmony?
Maybe in just a few minutes, at noon, or perhaps at midnight,
Could it be an eternity since we were united and in total harmony?
Maybe in just a few minutes, at noon, or perhaps at midnight,
time will dictate our appointed hour when at last I can face you.
Whether it is this day, tomorrow or next year I know not.
Or maybe never, but I dwell in eternal hope.
Each hour, each minute, each second we had together
was so precious, yet regrettably I cannot put the clock back
or redial to recapture those precious moments, now but treasured memories.
Could it be you find forgiveness in your heart?
Have I not already paid a heavy price?
Or do you want more, yet more lacerations of my heart?
The stress of losing your soul is overbearing.
So hopeless, so final, yet there is always hope within my heart.
Perhaps the forward arrow of time will be kind.
Maybe one day happiness may wander into our lives once more.
Until then
each second that slowly ticks away amplifies my expectations.
Eddie Bluelights
29 December 2019
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Whether it is this day, tomorrow or next year I know not.
Or maybe never, but I dwell in eternal hope.
Each hour, each minute, each second we had together
was so precious, yet regrettably I cannot put the clock back
or redial to recapture those precious moments, now but treasured memories.
Could it be you find forgiveness in your heart?
Have I not already paid a heavy price?
Or do you want more, yet more lacerations of my heart?
The stress of losing your soul is overbearing.
So hopeless, so final, yet there is always hope within my heart.
Perhaps the forward arrow of time will be kind.
Maybe one day happiness may wander into our lives once more.
Until then
each second that slowly ticks away amplifies my expectations.
Eddie Bluelights
29 December 2019
To reach the Sunday Muse please press HERE
Waiting is the hardest part, or so says the noted philosopher Tom Petty!
ReplyDeleteYes, it sure is . . . life can be so complicated sometimes . . :)
DeleteTime can move so slow when we are in loss or waiting for resolution. This is a beautifully heart felt poem Eddie! Thank you for being a wonderful participant over the last year at the Muse! Your talent with rhyme, humor and, heart have been a blessing!
ReplyDeleteThank you Carrie. I am so pleased to have joined this little band of writers. I still owe you a medley of missing Muses which I am working on. Good health and Happy New Year to us all. :)
DeleteI am ill-equipped to respond to this poem...it's overwhelming.
ReplyDeleteThank you Chrissa. As a matter of fact I admire all of your work and think you are an awesome poet. 😊
Delete"Perhaps the forward arrow of time will be kind."
ReplyDeleteWonderfully written poem of how one waits, but cannot know the outcome. Love this, Eddie!
Thank you Sara. Happy New Year. 😊
DeleteHappy new year Eddie!
ReplyDeleteThank you. Happy New Year to you too. 😊
DeleteHello my friend from across the pond.
ReplyDeleteI pray for a most blessed 2020 for you.
Sending you love and hugs,
Jackie
Thank you Jackie. Gladden my heart to see you. Wishing you a wonderful 2020.
DeleteWaiting, living a single moment while anticipating what the next will deliver is such hell.
ReplyDeleteTrue, great to see you Susie and Happy New Year. 😊
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