on queue…

eyes glazed
no tears
can break free
of the pain within
coursing its way
from the heart
into every pore
and fiber
that time
has given
and now
takes away
with such
agility
that one
would suppose
that life had just begun
not reached its end
winding down
like a broken toy
cast aside
long ago
on society’s
side streets
of existence
forced to wait
in line
for eternal
peace

20 thoughts on “on queue…

  1. I appreciated how these lines flowed – and their imagines

    “that life had just begun
    not reached its end
    winding down
    like a broken toy
    cast aside
    long ago
    on society’s
    side streets
    of existence”

  2. no tears
    can break free
    of the pain within
    coursing its way
    from the heart
    into every pore
    and fiber
    that time
    has given
    and now
    takes away
    with such
    agility

    that word, “agility”, set thigh-on thigh with old age…really struck me.
    melancholy…makes me miss the grandparents I hardly knew.
    blessings
    jane

  3. …nothing to do and waiting to die.

    We used to call them: Elders.
    Now, they’re called “old people”!
    Thus… nothing to do and waiting to die, is their sad lot in life – in this worship youth, hollow ‘society’.

    Time Flies:

  4. “in line
    for eternal
    peace”

    At least we all have that hope.

    It’s just another part of living everyone will go through, and though each of us is alone, we are all alone, together.

    This is a beautifully written poem Charlie, showing such insight and depth. I’m sure I will reflect back at this again.

    Thank you, Jo 🙂

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