No Time To Love

by Aken Sol   Sep 19, 2004


Sand in the hour glass continues to drip,
While I continue living this lie.
Can’t escape from fantasy’s grip,
It sucks away my life dry.

I’ve been different and never the same,
As the people that make the norm
There’s no one that I can blame
For why I have no form.

Taking shapes of my surrounding
Because I don’t have my own
Inside my heart’s pounding,
Love is still unknown.

Like a machine, I can’t feel.
My cold heart aches for it
Yet the pain is real
Wick stays unlit.

I call… no one looks back.
No one helps at all.
On my lined track
Stands a wall

I’m dying inside
From lack of love
Can’t confide
Above.

I mustn’t flee
Try to blend
‘Till, the
End.

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  • 19 years ago

    by DMG

    nice kracky

  • 19 years ago

    by Ali

    Aken darling... I liked this one alot... like mr. Allen said the idea of the lines getting smaller is a good one... it works really well.

  • 19 years ago

    by Sean Allen

    I like how the lines get progressively shorter towards the end, great use of utilizing the format of the poem in a symbolic gesture. Work on the punctuation though, the flow is a bit confusing in some places due to misplaced commas and such. ex.:
    "I’ve been different and never the same,
    As the people that make the norm"
    that first comma shouldn't be there, and there should be a period after norm. Look out for mistakes like that. Good poem.

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