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Poem - Reminiscence


Time of reminiscence Time to ponder over the past’s essence Time lost to obsolescence Time that hasn’t been on my side since adolescence Time now in abundance Time now with reluctance Time now of feeling the redundance Time now reflecting conductance


Time so endless With feelings relentless Times so dark and so horrendous Time at hand, but so defenseless Time that took away all space Time so wrong with such disgrace Time that I can not erase Time I can not change nor embrace Time that turned my soul so dark Time had made that permanent mark Time on which i was going to embark Time that took away my inner spark Time that became difficult to pass Time that grounded me, none to surpass Time that lumped and became a heavy mass Time that captured me in that tiny sand glass

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