Life falls upon me

Like seconds dripping from a clock

The steady tapping metronome

I am stretched, pulled hard

In the elongated moments

The silence between each drop

Becomes an unlived lifetime

Fade memories of red and blue

Mix to a purplish haze

Awash in the forgotten days

Where the sands of time

Erase the traces of where I have been

The past struck blind in folly

The taste of wishes and want to be’s

Turn stale and crumble in decay

Blown in the winds of yesterdays

I am written in the ancient runes

Of a language no longer spoken


10 Responses to “Unspoken”
  1. Francisco Bravo Cabrera says:

    A language no longer spoken… Is there really such a thing? Who knows the language of the heart and of the mind. Smashing good work my brother!

  2. Jim Borden says:

    that’s the beauty of putting your thoughts into writing; they don’t fade away…

    beautiful poem, Brad!

  3. beth says:

    oh, this is such a beautiful poem –

  4. jonicaggiano says:

    This is so lovely and causes one to think about how one looks back upon what has been accomplished. Those last lines were perfect for the ending of this piece, I just really enjoyed it. Thanks Brad, Sending love, lots of hugs and blessings. xoxoxox Joni

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