Poetry: Time Will Stop

Time Will Stop

The true nature of my loss was revealed.

Understanding flooded in.

Everything before had been a fantasy.

A routine and frenetic mimicry of sorrow.

Never really grasping it.

Never really letting the truth take hold.

At dawn I began to cry.

This semi-darkness marked the sprouting of the seeds of grief.

Without the fantasy of your continued existence.

Time will stop.

My world.

My life as I knew it.

Will meet its end.

About Maison Moonchild

A Canadian gal that firmly believes words can change the world. An avid reader, writer and Halloween enthusiast. She has a special interest in communications and writes for pleasure and profession. She moonlights as a metaphysical maven with a knack for creating magical crystal jewelry and holiday accessories.
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