Title: Time is a burden
by Amy from Northumberland | in writing, poetry
Time is nothing more than a burden upon our souls, our lives, and our loves. Nothing can stop the fate our lives lead to which may come love or death, neither strong enough to with hold the other.
Time is something we watch, we want and we live, it is one thing in our lives that we can't control and will never be able to. Something scientists have dedicated their lives to try to figure out.
Our lives are full of pointless heartbreaks and sorrows, sadness that we can't control takes over and our lives become nothing more than shadows of what we should be. Pointless heartbreaks over people we didn't even care about in the beginning, the middle or the end.
But then the light at the end of the tunnel grows closer and the heat starts to return as well as the love we have so longed for, the love only one person in our lives can give. To feel that love and the passion is what we human beings wait for, what we watch our clocks for and what we wish for.
Inspiration was sadness and my depression on life.
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