Yes,I got lost,
in tarnishes of time.
Demands making me grasp for breath.
Days passed in blur,
When I didn’t even notice I was alive.
Priorities became my movement,
achieving them need of the hour.
The soul was brooding without attention,
and my heart was torn apart.
Someone then reminded me
I am not machine which performs.
Welcome me my life,my love,
I am back,take me in your arms.
Destiny Poets
Uniting and celebrating the best "Writers" and "Poetry" from around the world centred out of Destiny Church Wakefield
The author captures perfectly those moments that define the vicissitudes which we all experience.
My poem should be dedicated to you.You shook me out of reverie of being so busy.thanks
Enmeshed in the daily rituals of life, we tend to get”lost/In the tarnishes of time.” This is an excellent poem of ‘rediscovery”!
Thanks a lot for your words of encouragement:-)