The Sands of Time Hold None for Love
by Jason C. Clement
I’m writing this down, without a purpose in my words,
because I’m not sure I have anything to say.
I only want these jumbled thoughts to disappear,
or to spill out on this empty page.
I’m tired from all these wasted years,
the miles behind me in the dust.
The drugs no longer help me, dear;
and the days don’t seem to be enough.
I wish that I could swim the oceans of your soul,
or know the secrets that lay beyond our lives.
I’d hope this melody I softly scream to heaven,
would be more than just another sad lullaby.
I’m tired from all these wasted years,
the miles behind me in the dust.
The drugs no longer help me, dear;
and the days don’t seem to be enough. |
Submission Name: The Sands of Time Hold None for Love
