Being There

Time passes in lonely discomfort.
They sit together, far apart,
watching without seeing
flashing symbols of contemporary life.
An age of reason, a feast of thought,
a life of duty, a world hard fought,
an eternity of action
without reaction,
speech without words,
duty without reward,
loyalty without reciprocation.
The mind is numbed by thoughts of tomorrow,
the chest contracts with waves of sorrow,
Words unspoken, tightening shoulders
dreams crash like waves on giant boulders.
They had had good times and they had had bad,
they had had happy days and they had had sad.
Now time passes slowly in lonely togetherness,
as flashing images of faked reality flit by.

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  1. And you say you can’t write poems. 🙂

    1. Well, I, uh, am not sure this is even a poem. I mean there is no Metre, no form and it’s not really blank verse…
      But I’m happy to soak in the compliments!! 🙂

  2. “An age of reason, a feast of thought,
    a life of duty, a world hard fought,
    an eternity of action
    without reaction,
    speech without words,
    duty without reward,
    loyalty without reciprocation.” – Well written !!

    1. Thanks! I appreciate your taking the time to read and comment.

  3. Sigh. Faked reality. Lonely togetherness. It just feels so sad. 🙁

    1. Yes it is, isn’t it. Appreciate your time and comment. Please visit again.

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