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the mercilessness of time, as the years slip away

March 15, 2023
By billyjoelfan DIAMOND, Madera, California
billyjoelfan DIAMOND, Madera, California
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Favorite Quote:
"For I know the plans I have for you," declares the Lord, "plans to prosper and not to harm you, to give you a future and a hope." Jeremiah 29:11<br /> <br /> "And see, that’s how you end up headed to destruction/Pavin’ a road to nowhere/Pour your life out for nothin"- The Background by Lecrae


i spent my life wasting it

two, four, six, eight years

the years ticked by, rapid like seconds

ten, twelve, fourteen, sixteen years

i laughed, but did not show my dimples; i smiled, but did not show my teeth

eighteen, twenty, twenty-two, twenty-four years

i said i was fine, i pretended to be, i shut out the world

twenty-six, twenty-eight, thirty, thirty-two

but sometimes, i laid awake at night and prayed for a miracle

thirty-four, thirty-six, thirty-eight, forty years

you never saw the tears, never felt the throbbing heartache that burned my soul

forty-two, forty-four, forty-six, forty-eight years

wait, don't let my life end, it’s not my time

fifty, fifty-two, fifty-four, fifty-six years

stop the clock, let me take my life back

fifty-eight, sixty, sixty-two, sixty-four years

why did you never hear me crying out? i needed you

sixty-six, sixty-eight, seventy, seventy-two years

where you always there? was i the ignorant one all along?

seventy-two, seventy-four, seventy-six, seventy-eight years

wait, no, i never saw you in my darkness, i never saw your light

eighty, eighty-two, eighty-four, eighty-six years

how did i miss it all, how was i so blind

eighty-eight, ninety, ninety-two, ninety-four-

stop the clock, stop it. if this is the last thing i say before i die, i want you to know i'm sorry

for everything. all my mistakes. you've always waited for me. i wish i had listened to your quiet 

whispers to my broken, bleeding heart. i'd been hurt my whole life. i've done things i'm not   

proud of. i wanted to trust you, but i was afraid. is it too late to say yes?

ninety-six, ninety-eight, one hundred years.


The author's comments:

This is a poem about a woman who has spent her whole life hoping for an answer, only to find that God was reaching out His hand the whole time. And in the end, she finds peace.


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