Unpredictable,
Uncertain,
Unimaginable.
Time soars like birds beyond reach,
Slips through fingers like grains of sand,
Fades like fragile names etched on the shore,
Yet marches on, relentless and unyielding.
It carves unseen stories,
Maps of laughter and pain,
Etched silently upon faces I know—
Including the one I fear in the mirror.
I dread losing myself in its passage.
The ticking clock unnerves me,
Its rhythm whispers cruel truths:
My present is already slipping into memory.
I've squandered so much,
And time, indifferent, shows no mercy.
In joy, I ruined the moment,
Fearing its fleeting nature,
Blind to time's endless journey—
A journey that, despite its cruelty,
Gives life its meaning.
Yet, in the stillness of fear,
Time teaches resilience.
Its steady pace urges me forward,
To endure, to keep walking,
As it does, tireless and eternal.
Perhaps I should stop fearing its passage,
Stop measuring my days in regret.
A friend's words echo in my heart:
"Everything happens for a reason.
Be relaxed."
So, I will try—
To live not in dread, but in beauty,
To make my present a gift,
As time does,
Without pause, without regret.
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The Sadness With The Light Of Hope
شِعرPoetry book explaining the sad feelings and emotions experienced by people. Provide a deeper understanding in certain things.
