Comments : My Time

  • 7 years ago

    by Ben Pickard

    Darkknight,

    This is a great little dark piece of poetry with some smooth rhyming throughout.
    I always find the idea of death odd: where everything completely ceases (perhaps) for the victim, time and space continue for those who are left. And what is time, anyway?
    Sorry for my musings - your poem got me thinking.

    Take care,

    Ben

    • 7 years ago

      by DarkKnight

      Hi Ben Thank You for your kind comments
      muse away that's what we do
      Regards Paul

  • 7 years ago

    by Brenda

    I really liked this a lot. I too have often ponder that last moment and what it will be like. I really like how you put this all together, it's compact but speaks volumes, well done-

    • 7 years ago

      by DarkKnight

      Hi Brenda
      I appreciate your comments
      Regards
      Paul