The time to be understood

The time to be understood
has passed me by, those terrible days
that turned like demonic windmills
in a hot tear-stained haze.

The time that cried out of me
and that still cries in me
the time of anger and hurt
now rotting in my memory.

The time has turned and slipped away,
vanished in death; vanished by banishment
vanished out of sight, outdated
away to where yesterday’s possessions went

There was when the heart was demanding
there was the time for understanding.

Author: blackbird212012

I am interested in multimedia work: songwriting, art, and creative writing. I have been involved also in theatre and music performances.

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