Hour 3: Seven Seconds

My life before my eyes

it just takes it 7 seconds to flash by

to completely tell the story

of I who existed at some point of time…

 

A second for the lost childhood

spent in a broken home

Another for the love that

was doomed from the start

 

One second was enough

to cover all that I loved

Books and poems and childish games

were still a majority

 

The fourth came and went

with memories of a distant dream

It was bound to be abandoned

Family responsibilities

 

One more second and I knew

It was full of the so called regrets

Then why was it the only happy one

I don’t think anyone can answer it

 

Then it passed and along came

another one, of time with you

For a second, it seemed even shorter

yet somehow longer than eternity

 

And now here it is the last one 

and it has only an incomplete picture

A poem that never saw the light

of the day… was this my life?

3 thoughts on “Hour 3: Seven Seconds

  1. This one is both so sad and so sweet. I couldn’t help but read your work after your comment on mine and this one has brought me to tears. Never stop writing because even if you find your rhythm chaotic, that chaos seems to have a way of hitting the heart just right.

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