The way.

The veil of clouded vision

I can’t.

Find the light within, and

I stop.

For just a brazen moment

We stop.

Myself and time itself

Let go.

Take a breath, it will be okay.

I know.

To think we thought it would work out

It won’t.

Not even with a hope of somehow

We go.

Go alone, our separate ways

We live.

The time moves with us until

We die.  

Such a short breath, taken away.

This life.

Categories: poetry

Tagged as: death life loneliness lonely poetry sad sadness the sad owl writing

The Sad Owl

I'm just here. Until I'm not.