Abating Time

 

 

Does a storm forever wash clean the dust

Does a rake clear evermore the dry leaves,

Does a scrub eternally cleanse the grime

Can a teardrop mend that from love grieves

 

I commence a struggle to wrench free my heart

From a love that envelops me from within

And when victorious, left am I bleeding & torn

Then plunge deep into the vortex of a spin

 

Barely surviving, I manage to swim ashore then

With an exhaustion most complete and severe

And now as numbness begins to rule me absolute

Make believe do I that all is now free and clear

 

But lingering quietly there on the periphery

Is that same very love, that same need waiting

With a grin gleeful and wide, telling me softly

You just recoup, I am here my time abating…

 

~Glowing Embers~

 

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