Poem: Lost in Time

I drift like dust through endless days,
A fleeting shadow in the haze,
Caught between the when and where,
In a moment that’s not anywhere.

The clock ticks on, but I stand still,
Chasing echoes that never will
Return to me, those hours past,
Each second fading, slipping fast.

The world moves forward, bold, unkind,
While I am lost, but not behind—
For here, in this suspended space,
I search for meaning in empty grace.

Faces blur, their voices fade,
Time’s cruel touch has softly laid
A veil upon my memories clear,
A fog that hides what once was near.

I reach for moments, but they’re gone,
Like whispers fading with the dawn.
A dream once vivid, now erased,
A life once whole, now interlaced.

Lost in time, I float and wait,
A silent traveler at the gate,
Not of the past, nor future’s climb—
Just a soul suspended, lost in time.

But still I breathe, still I yearn,
For the pieces that I’ll someday learn,
For though I’m lost, I’m not alone—
Time is a river, and I’m still flowing home.

Thank-you for reading.

Much Love and Light,

Brenda Marie