Time, they say, heals all wounds,
Trusting in its passage to mend,
Yet, it’s also an illusion,
A construct to control and bind.
If time’s an illusion, then what’s my fate?
Will I remain broken, lost, and enslaved?
Or is there hope for me to break free?
Free from pain, free from sorrow’s chains?
Free from time’s slavery, I’ll find my light,
And shine beyond the darkness of night.
My heart, once heavy, will soar with ease,
Unshackled from time’s oppressive tease.
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poetic musings
Poesia"In 'POETIC MUSINGS,' I invite you to embark on a journey through the labyrinth of human experience. These poems explore the intersections of love, loss, and self-discovery, weaving a tapestry of emotions and thoughts. Inspired by the fleeting momen...
