Stolen Moments
Stolen moments, my heart does bleed, the loss of time, the loss i feel.
Wasted and withered , washed up on the shore, ejected, rejected, not needed anymore.
Time has danced, and been, carried away, loneliness resides and will remain.
Emptiness stops by, and crawls through the night, lingers in places, fuelling my plight.
Anger bathes, on the bay of the tide, it rages, it revolts, it revolves inside.
Stomping, thrashing, thumping and shouting out, aloud. The person i once was, once i was proud.
Time marches on, not a second, does it glance, it weaves, it bends but not by chance.
Stolen moments, float in the summers air, the warmth all gone, wrapped in autumns snare.
By
Penny Young
