Exposed
Nicola Clark
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I drank their water
I followed their path
I kissed their kisses
I collected people like stamps
They passed me by like a runaway train
But we'll never have this time again
We'll never have this time again
I heard the laughter
I felt the pain
Nothing now is ever the same
And I consent
I consent my soul, my tears
The mask we wear
And we'll never have this time again
I watched them dancing
I pulled their strings - I consent
Cut short they fell to the floor
We live as puppets and nothing more
Cut out your heart, drain your mind
Leave all your shelter far behind
A shattered soul
Leaves its splinters far and wide
We have to move on now
We can no longer hide
And as we go
Deep inside we know
We'll never have this time again
No we'll never have this time again
© 1997 Nicola Clark, all rights reservedappears here by permission
I wrote this poem in a state born almost from several fears: the fear of realising a stage of my life was ending; the fear of moving on; and, the fear of being left behind. It is an affectionate poem but sadly reflective, with two underlying idea's. The first idea being how we never really appreciate what we have until it's gone. The second idea is that of the relentlessness of time. |
