Time’s Debt
The poem to life, it’s myraid of moments, and lost days
Published in
Jul 20, 2024
I want love but need
madness floating in dreams
stripped naked, bearing the scars
of belt-whipped days.
I want eternity in my actions
but nothingness at the end of days.
I want you in my arms, warmth
in the frozen tundra of a burning
forest without echoes as they
whisper of immorality stuck in
moldy pages of an old book.
I want transcendence in loss
forsaken by the raven's caw
and tossed back home, trashlike
in an old ghost town waiting in
boarded doors and scratched walls;
trying to figure out the debt we owe
to ourselves.
© Bradley J Nordell 2024
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