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.

0 Thoughts to “Being There”

  1. “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 !!

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